Unsettled Weather

There were times, reading Frederick Siedel’s new book, when, despite its slimness, I felt I had been sentenced to hard labor.⁠[1] The poems, with their relentless rhyme, their upper-class worldview and privileged setting and adornments (Ritz Hotels, expensive motorcycles, famous friends from a long-ago private-school-cum-Harvard education, etc.), and their cynical, even nasty affect, ticked by […]