A review by luiscorrea
There Is No Year by Blake Butler

2.0

In the middle of yet another box opening up with hairy insects pouring out and calling the nameless characters, I thought about how I would receive the book were it just called a poem, but then I thought, besides the surreal imagery and the occasionally interesting formatting there's very little that compelled me. Call me a traditionalist, but if I'm not going to get some plot, I at least want some solid character, and if that's all out of the question, at least give me some interesting language. I won't doubt that Butler's part of something big in the current literary scene, but it's just not to my tastes.