Twenty-Ninth Year, The by Hala Alyan (English) Paperback Book

Description: Twenty-Ninth Year, The by Hala Alyan Wild, lyrical poems that examine the connections between physical and interior migration, from award-winning Palestinian American poet, novelist, and clinical psychologist Hala Alyan, author of Salt Houses. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description Wild, lyrical poems that examine the connections between physical and interior migration, from award-winning Palestinian American poet, novelist, and clinical psychologist Hala Alyan, author of Salt Houses.For Hala Alyan, twenty-nine is a year of transformation and upheaval, a year in which the past—memories of family members, old friends and past lovers, the heat of another land, another language, a different faith—winds itself around the present. Halas ever-shifting, subversive verse sifts together and through different forms of forced displacement and the tolls they take on mind and body. Poems leap from war-torn cities in the Middle East, to an Oklahoma Olive Garden, a Brooklyn brownstone; from alcoholism to recovery; from a single woman to a wife. This collection summons breathtaking chaos, one that seeps into the bones of these odes, the shape of these elegies. A vivid catalog of heartache, loneliness, love and joy, The Twenty-Ninth Year is an education in looking for home and self in the space between disparate identities. Author Biography HALA ALYAN is an award-winning author and poet. Her novel Salt Houses won the Dayton Literary Peace Prize and the Arab American Book Award and was a finalist for the Chautauqua Prize. Her work has been published by The New Yorker, the Academy of American Poets, Literary Hub, and others. Review A Rumpus Most Anticipated of 2019 Pick "In poem after poem, there is raw emotion, straightforward storytelling, and unapologetic truth. The poems here read like scars...sometimes they are up-front and easily understood. Sometimes they show up sporting shattered lines or jump from one memory to the next, making you think of a bird that abruptly changes direction mid-flight after hearing a gunshot. That intimate feeling is hard to find, and Alyan offers it here in spades." -NPR "Best exemplifies poetrys hybridity...blends forms, tangles modes, travels through time and space and leaps from the intensely personal to the acerbically political...with scathing wit, fierce self-examination, and challenging syntax. Alyan takes great risks, drips her full, naked self onto the page, and inspires her readers to embrace and examine our gravest mistakes, for every part of ourselves is a piece of a complicated puzzle that we cant -- mustnt -- stop trying to solve."-Vulture, "4 Poetry Collections That Change the World" "This is the stuff of life, the very essence of the poetic." -LitHub, "Most Anticipated Books of 2019" "There exists, within her poems, the cacophony that pervades our most intimate of relationships, a glistering sheen covering even the most banal interactions. Her poems feel as familiar as the prayers we make up in our own minds, as we feverishly ask for that which were only just realizing that we want; theyre a quiet triumph, sacred and profane, and, most of all, grounded in humanity." -Nylon, "Best New Books" "Alyans fourth book of poems arrives with the earnest ambition of a debut, but the care of a poet whose lines have earned their sentiment. Poems of sorrow and shame live next to verses of desire. The Twenty-Ninth Year bursts with lamentations, hopes, fears, and a weary but wide faith." -The Millions, "Must Read Poetry" "Searching...Alyan writes propulsively." -amNewYork, "5 New Standout Poetry Books?" "Alyan moves with grace and courage in her poems, especially in her bare descriptions of a battle with anorexia, the relationship between father and daughter, and the stark realizations she depicts of a young girl tugged between her familys past and a life of American fast food restaurants where shes told how she doesnt fit in. This is coming-of-age poetry from a voice that resists categorization." -Library Journal, starred review "[A] truly stellar collection of poetry.... If the collection wants for anything, its that each poem offers only a glimpse or a moment, whereas the subject matter could sustain several more pages of vicious, gripping verse. Luckily, readers can dive into the rest of Alyans burgeoning oeuvre: another three books of poetry and a critically acclaimed novel, Salt Houses (2017)."--Booklist, starred review "The past never truly dies in this searing fourth collection from Alyan (Salt Houses), it merely resurfaces in the form of battle scars and familial wounds. The Palestinian-American poet, novelist, and clinical psychologist weaves an ever-shifting narrative that chronicles the personal history that shapes and informs her present. The inheritance of displacement is pervasive, as Alyan describes, and her lines are prone to linger in the minds of readers just like the ghosts that haunt the work itself." &nda -- Review Quote "The past never truly dies in this searing fourth collection from Alyan ( Salt Houses ), it merely resurfaces in the form of battle scars and familial wounds. The Palestinian-American poet, novelist, and clinical psychologist weaves an ever-shifting narrative that chronicles the personal history that shapes and informs her present. The inheritance of displacement is pervasive, as Alyan describes, and her lines are prone to linger in the minds of readers just like the ghosts that haunt the work itself." - Publishers Weekly, starred review "Mapping a year of change, Hala Alyan uses wit, metaphor, and powerful imagery in this collection of deeply intimate and truth-telling poems. Her words brave through gender, love, marriage, family, and displacement. They unsettle the hyphen between Palestinian and American. T hese stunning poems endure the unendurable, illuminating both the powerlessness of pain and the relentless courage of love. Listen for her lyrical heart: letters, prayers, and portraits. Listen for what overlooks and fires free." -Aja Monet, author of My Mother Was a Freedom Fighter "Early in The Twenty-Ninth Year Hala Alyan asks, See that eye? Ask it to love you. With this, she initiates us into one of the poets great questions--how do we, having sounded our murkiest most private psychic waters, still look on ourselves with compassion? How do we ask a sky, a god, a nation, a parent, or a lover to cherish us, knowing all they know about our myriad brilliant failings? In the end, we remake love over and over--this is the work. Alyan picks up the fragments of a broken past and reassembles them into a livable future made more dazzling for having known brokenness. This is poetry of the highest order. " --Kaveh Akbar, author of Calling a Wolf a Wolf and Portrait of the Alcoholic "Every twenty-nine years Saturns in the same position it was in when you were born, often leading to periods of wild flux, transition, and transformation. Hala Alyans new book renders in lyric form precisely this kind of reckoning. The Twenty-Ninth Year leaps through time and geography cataloging and archiving snapshots of heartbreak, political violence and resistance, addiction, lust, betrayal, migration, and marriage. Lines such as, exile knows his bones are 206 instruments will convince any living reader to immediately go get them tattooed to their ribs. This book is a tongue kiss between the sacred & the profane. This books essential reading for anyone with a pulse in their veins ." --sam sax, author of Madness and Bury It " Its a kind of heaven, The Twenty-Ninth Year , and a kind of hell. When an ex-alcoholic, ex-anorexic breaks the pi Excerpt from Book Truth Im allergic to hair dye and silver. Of the worlds, I love the Aztecs most of all, the way they lit fires in the gouged chests of men to keep the world spinning. Ive seen women eat cotton balls so they wouldnt eat bread. I will never be as beautiful as the night I danced in a garage, anorexic, decked in black boots, black sweater, black jeans, hip-hop music and a girl I didnt know pulling my hips to hers. Hunger is hunger. I got drunk one night and argued with the Pacific. I was twenty. I broke into the bodies of men like a cartoon burglar. I wasnt twenty. In the winter of those years I kept Christmas lights strung around my bed and argued with the Italian landlady who lived downstairs about turning the heat off, and every night I wanted to drink but didnt. Transcend You tell me we must forgive the heat. Everyone is talking about the latest shooting. The city shimmies its indigo rooftops. A soldier couldnt forgive his daddy. A sheriff wanted to chalk the pavement. In Aleppo a child white as a birthday cake, limp in her fathers fists. 600,000 dead. You mustve added a zero by accident. I tug your pants to your ankles and make you speak God. There are a hundred videos of the same moment shot from a hundred different angles. I watch every single one. I let her pull the white out of you. The father looking the camera directly in the eye. Look, her name was. Who will catch him when his knees buckle. Look, the mortar grows on our houses like moss. The exile knows his bones are 206 instruments. There is a song in each one. I filmed the sky to show you the pale face that lives within it. See that eye? Ask it to love you. The Female of the Species They leave the country with gasping babies and suitcases full of spices and cassettes. In airports, they line themselves up like wine bottles. The new city twinkles beneath an onion moon. Birds mistake the pebbles of glass on the black asphalt for bread crumbs. = If I drink, I tell stories about the women I know. They break dinner plates. They marry impulsively. When I was a child I watched my aunt throw a halo of spaghetti at my mother. Now Im older than they were. = In an old-new year, my cousin shouts ana bint Beirut at the sleeping houses. She clatters up the stairs. I never remember to tell her anything. Not the dream where I cant yell loud enough for her to stop running. And the train comes. And the amar layers the stones like lichen. How the best night of my life was the one she danced with me in Paris, sharing a hostel bed, and how sometimes you need one knife to carve another. = Its raining in two cities at once. The Vend Details ISBN1328511944 Author Hala Alyan ISBN-10 1328511944 ISBN-13 9781328511942 Format Paperback Country of Publication United States DEWEY 811.6 Pages 96 Language English UK Release Date 2019-01-29 Audience General AU Release Date 2019-01-11 NZ Release Date 2019-01-11 Publisher HarperCollins Publishers Inc Imprint HarperCollins Place of Publication New York Imprint US Ecco Publisher US HarperCollins Year 2023 Publication Date 2023-08-21 US Release Date 2023-08-21 We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:159432210;

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