Fiction writers: for some poets, like me, they are alien creatures who don’t break their lines into jaggedy bits, who are obsessed with making sure all their nouns and verbs go together in a certain order, and who abide by the nasty little narrative arc. *shudder*shudder*
Some writers are agile enough to not just walk the genre balance beam, but to do cartwheels and back-walkovers and flips on it. We’re lucky enough to have several such genre-gymnasts among the Mad Poets members. And Peter Baroth is one of them.
This week, the Guild of Outsider Writers posted a review of Peter’s novel Long Green, deeming it a “well-crafted, absorbing read.”
I’m ashamed to say that I haven’t read the novel yet, but Peter is an engaging poet, whose work be-bops through space and time, travelling social, political, cultural and geographical distances. So, I trust the commenter who said that Long Green “is also a story that authentically depicts the angst of a generation” because that resonates with the tenor of his poetry, which I’ve come to know and admire. I look forward to reading the novel soon.
If you’re interested, you can get Peter’s novel in paperback or Adobe eBook at iUniverse. You can also read some of his poetry online, from Off the Record: An Anthology of Poetry by Lawyers.