The Word Desire

The only way I can find to write about Ducornet's lovely short stories will sound willy nilly metaphoric, and perhaps my language will shilly shally in an attempt to shed light on this exemplary work. In fact, the author of "The Phosphors of Dreamland" and others has found her form (the short story) and created a perfect little "pillow book." This book is at once sacred and profane-- rich and poor and a potpourri of languages real and impossible and peoples'--mythological, desirable--of crimes heinous and miraculous. It's unfortunate I am not in a position as an individual to more than extol "The Word: Desire" as one of the best "english language" books written in contemporary times-- certainly one of the single best examples we have of the fable of the avante garde and a meditation and tome so vital that in this pluralistic millenial time Ducornet has succeeded in producing a form of synthesized manna in the desert of postmodern literature. This author has finally come of age and this book is pure art. I suggest young poets and writers read her earlier books as companion pieces to this one if only to plunder the spoils of a rich capacity to enrich and drench language, and to know when to mean, and to know when to refrain, and when to not mean. This approaches and engulfs the poet's art yet never stops being rife with stories and fairy tales for the 21st century.A book one must own.