Escape from Combray
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"Quiet, moving, brutally nostalgic." — Cathy Wagner
- 02.15.10 | Read the introduction to Rick Snyder at his recent reading at the Bowery Poetry Club on Ululations
- 02.11.10 | Nice feedback on Rick Snyder's reading at the Bowery Poetry Club on Fait Accompli blog.
- 02.03.10 | Escape from Combray and g-point almanac: passyunk lost reviewed in The Supercollider blog
- 02.01.10 | Open Books reviews Rick Snyder's Escape from Combray on its website.
- 12.17.09 | Barrelhouse names Rick Snyder's Escape from Combray among the best poetry debuts of 2009.
- 11.03.09 | Rick Snyder's Escape from Combray is reviewed by Peter Moysaenko on BOMBLOG
- 11.01.09 | John Yau reviews Rick Snyder's Escape from Combray, 'a powerful first book,' in The Brooklyn Rail
- 10.19.09 | Publishers Weekly reviews Rick Snyder's Escape from Combray
- 10.13.09 | John Latta reviews Rick Snyder's Escape from Combray on Isola di Rifiuti blog.
News and Reviews
Stan Brakhage writes 'The American inherently struggles to be gentle and at the same time not to be taken advantage of.' Nowhere is this notion more evident than in Rick Snyder’s remarkable poems, whose sweet-bitter speakers reveal the numerous states (both territories and conditions) with which—and in which—to fall in love and take issue. I’m very glad this book is in the world.—Graham Foust
I find myself reading Rick Snyder’s Escape from Combray on a gray summer morning in Maine. Its cityscapes, scenes, and sounds echo along the pines, intertwine with rural chirrups. These beautiful poems show how experience is shaped when the senses expand the flatness of the present in unfolding rhythmic phrases. Snyder’s pen moves skillfully from the casualness of a chance encounter into Augustine’s house of memory. It is what poetry does best, though one rarely sees it done so well.—Jennifer Moxley
These poems often occur at dusk on the way home from work, the mind loosed from constraints and merging with the ambience of city streets. They record the sad but sustaining ironies of urban life—shops lighting up for the night, dirty snow, pockets of neglect and obsolescence—as well as brief glimpses of unexpected happiness. Throughout, one finds a light touch, whimsical self-regard, and lyrical wistfulness. Escape from Combray dips into the stream of days and the vernaculars of our time in order to draw up something memorable.—Devin Johnston