Andrew Levy

Nothing Is in Here Andrew Levy

Poetry. Fiction. In this poet's novella, midtown Manhattan unrolls into a parade of grotesque but sympathetic speakers who confront us in partial narratives with no overriding story except onwardness. Poems bloom inside of prose passages which get interrupted by journalistic accounts related to the credit crisis and wars overseas. A series of dramatic monologues without authorial selves, this book is loosely organized by an intelligence and an embodied understanding not unlike a political conscience. Levy writes to find out what living in the worlds of allegory and irony means, and what the cost of doing business there while tending one's life might be. We can't mistake his interest in intimacy and beauty.