In the derangement of his cataclysmic grief, he conjures up a shape-shifting crow, a black predator who snacks on unbrushed teeth and feeds on death and finds "humans dull except in grief." Like a warped walk-on from Disney, this wise-cracking feathered friend comes to roost in the family's London apartment, "every surface dead Mum, every crayon, tractor, coat, welly, covered in a film of grief," and he promises, "I won't leave until you don't need me anymore."Īs resonant, elliptical and distilled as a poem, Grief Is the Thing With Feathers is one of the most moving, wildly inventive first novels you're likely to encounter this year. For Emily Dickinson, hope was the thing with feathers.Īnd now there's Max Porter's protagonist, a suddenly widowed father of two small boys struggling to meet a deadline on a book of literary scholarship to be called Ted Hughes' Crow on the Couch: A Wild Analysis. What is it with poets and birds? Edgar Allan Poe had his raven. Your purchase helps support NPR programming. Close overlay Buy Featured Book Title Grief Is the Thing With Feathers Author Max Porter
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