The Throne of Labdacus

by Gjertrud Schnackenberg

Book Overview

Winner of the 2001 Los Angeles Times Book Prize in Poetry.A New York Times Book Review Notable Book of 2000. The first warning passing through Thebes--As small a sound As a housefly alighting from... This description may be from another edition of this product.

• Format: Hardcover
• Language: English
• ISBN: 0374276862
• ISBN13: 9780374276867
• Release Date: January 2000
• Publisher: Farrar Straus Giroux
• Length: 101 Pages
• Weight: 0.60 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.6" x 5.8" x 8.6"

Customer Reviews

glistening new formalism

Her writing in this book is elegant, elegiac modern formalism. She's such a marvelous poet. Reading this book, every word & every syllable feel so perfect. She's a very careful, brilliant poet you can trust. This book of course is based on the Oedipus which she spent years studying, Labdacus being Oedipus's father; & she uses that firm foundation for her own incredibly beautiful, brilliant, modern/classical writing. This is a book I return to more than almost any other. If you read it I hope it will feel so important to you, too.

Stunning!

A sad, beautiful meditation on fate, the power of music and poetry to express (even to call into being) the otherwise inexpressible, and the limits on the power of words ("the stunned silence at the heart of the text") and of the gods ("What are the gods, who can't repair such things?"). Schnackenberg somehow makes us forget about Freud, and refocuses our attention on the initial horror of Oedipus' story -- a child conceived in defiance of the oracle, then maimed and left on a hillside to die. Images, sounds and lines of text recur and modulate throughout the book, imitating lyrically the web of fate that binds both Apollo and the children of Labdacus. A stunning achievement!

DESERVES "THE DIONYSUS ROSETTE" AND ALL THE LAURELS

For me THE THRONE OF LABDACUS is the best volume of American poetry this year and deserves our greatest prizes. The editorial description [above] says quite well what the poem is about and I couldn't say it better in a thousand words. Reading this poem I was at first astounded by the orignality and freshness of the images on the first page. Then slowly I came to grips with what at first seemed distant meanings but aren't. Once I adjusted my compass all went well, and I found myself gripped with hunger for the great poetry before me on the page. This is a poem something like one of Yeats's late longer poems which can never be read the same way twice, even by its author, or come to a final meaning. Like a piano sonata, whoever plays it, even its composer, will never find exactly the same music each time it's played. There will always be a spirited new attack, some new depth in the reader's life, a new meaning, a new suprameaning. Like Crane's THE BRIDGE, this is transcendental poetry, never woolly, and actually easier to grasp than Crane or Wallace Stevens at their farther out. The poem that comes most quickly to my mind when reading THE THRONE OF LABDACUS is Shelley's "Ode to the West Wind" which is about a great spirit blowing about the earth, blowing about the poet, blowing about the reader, touchable but unfathomable and not to be cast into words, even Shelley's. Or Schnackenberg's. She is out to flood us with divine forces and does it thrillingly.

DESERVES THE TOP PRIZES

For me THE THRONE OF LABDACUS s is the best volume of American poetry this year and deserves our greatest prizes. The editorial description above says quite well what the poem is about and I couldn't say it better in a thousand words. What happens when I read this was, first, a sense of being astounded by the images on the opening page, then slowly coming to grips with what at the start seemed obscure but really isn't, and then feeling gripped by deep hunger for great verse as it lay before me on the page. This is a poem that will never read the same twice, even by its poet author. Like a piano sonata, whoever plays it, even its composer, will never find exactly the same music in it each time it's played. There will always be a new attack, a new depth in the reader's life, a new meaning, a new suprameaning. Like Crane's THE BRIDGE, this is transcendental poetry, never woolly, and actually easier to grasp than Crane or Wallace Stevens at their farthest out. The poem that comes most quickly to my mind when reading THE THRONE OF LABDACUS is Shelley's "Ode to the West Wind" which is about a great spirit blowing about the earth, blowing about the poet, blowing about the reader, touchable but unfathomable and not to be cast into words, even Shelley's. Or Schnackenberg's. She is out to flood us with divine forces and does it thrillingly.