Hotel Lautreamont

This intriguing, surreal book of poems does not deserve the nasty treatment dished out by the (until now) sole reviewer of this book. I was appalled not just by the mean-spirited nature of the review but also by how strikingly different my impression of Hotel Lautreamont is. It is as though we read two different books. Whatever grudge the earlier reviewer is obviously harboring toward Mr. Ashbery, please do not let this pedantic vocabulary fetishist deter you from a truly rewarding experience. PS: The uninformed slur on General Grant is worthy of a duel!