No Heaven

"A long-prominent poet and feminist critic (Stealing the Language), Ostriker further plumbs subjects of previous work: sectarian violence, urban geography, family history, easel painting and Jewish identity. If Ostriker sacrifices verbal nuance for moral clarity, she nonetheless makes her persona and views appealingly present on every page. Clean, unambiguous lines (reminiscent of Robert Pinsky's) present her speaker as an explainer, a bringer of news: 'Sometimes I feel like a mailman who faithfully visits each door in his district,/ Sometimes like a mermaid out of water.' Ambivalent poems about New York, Jerusalem and Berlin praise 'days when to walk a city/ is like feeling completely healed.' A group of poems responds to major works of Eastern and Western painting and classical music, like Botticelli's, Mozart's and Bonnard's 'mysteries of domestic/ Life in the modern void.' Ostriker has achieved recent prominence with nonfiction devoted to Jewish experience, and she ends with an emphasis there; a final set of ambitious longer poems juxtaposes a history of suffering, recent events in Israel, the Iraq war and the travails of the poet's mother. 'Where did she go, my hopeful young mother/ My mother who promised we would overcome/ The bosses and bigots?' Ostriker concludes: 'I want her// To come back and try again.'" Publishers Weekly (Copyright Reed Business Information, Inc.)

Ostriker's voice has long been acknowledged as a major force in American poetry. In her eleventh collection, she takes a hint from John Lennon's Imagine to wrestle with the world as it is: no hell below us, / above us only sky. At times lyric, at times satiric, she steadfastly pursues her poetics of ardor, a passion for the here and now that has chastened and consoled her many readers.