"Brilliant. Alex Grant has a weird and fascinating mind. In The White Book, he combines a glittering sardonic wit with a punch-drunk fatalistic spirituality to produce poems that "swing...on lengths of radiant silk". - Joanna Catherine Scott.
Alex gives an overview of the book:
Captain Scott's lost diary "I'm just going outside, and may be some time" - Captain Oates
Six weeks in this tent, and we are all close to breaking-point. Captain Oates masturbates constantly - even during dinner - he claims it's simply a mechanism to keep his body temperature up - though we all have our doubts. I no longer feel comfortable shaking hands with him, and last night he told me that he wants me to have his babies. He insists on calling me "Falcon", though he knows I detest my middle name. The natural order of things seems to be breaking down - the men have begun to question his authority of late, especially since the unfortunate frozen-yogurt incident. My dearwife is constantly in my thoughts - though CaptainOates has taken to wearing a wig he made froma penguin-skin, and insisting, in a ridiculous falsetto impersonation of Mary, that I take himto dinner at Claridge's. This strikes me as conductunbecoming of an English hero, but I find myselfstrangely attracted by his buffoonish attempts at humor, and on two occasions, have had to physicallyrestrain myself from mentioning his efforts in dispatches. The wind is unrelenting, the coldbites at every nerve, and Oates has threatened that if we don't go to dinner soon, he'll go alone -and that he may be gone for quite some time.
It’s easy to see why Alex Grant’s chapbook Chains & Mirrors won both the 2006 Randall Jarrell/Harperprints Poetry Contest and the 2007 Oscar Arnold Young Award (for best book by a North Carolina poet...