| In this follow-up toThe Book of Delights, the esteemed poet catalogs more quiet pleasures and causes for gratitude. Gay adheres to the same guidelines he followed in the previous volume: "write them daily, write them quickly, and write them by hand." The first piece, of 81, opens, "Well, here we are again: this time, my forty-seventh birthday," and describes a "bounty of delights" that he and his partner, Stephanie, have found in a rented Vermont cabin--e.g., the "forageable bounty" of apples. The following entry pays tribute to his friend Walt on his birthday: "I have needed to be--we need to be--believed in. Which, in a certain kind of way, is like being birthed. And just like his gummy bears and hockey sticks, I guess I'm taking Walt's birthday. Because when Walt was born, so too was I." The author offers steadfast company in his optimistic, accessible vignettes and insights about easily overlooked quotidian life. The essays are short, roughly three pages, and it's a credit to Gay's tone that he can captivate readers while writing about, for instance, "three truly beautiful spoons," the pleasure of petting his cat, his annual garlic planting ("garlic's your tiny professor of faith, your pungent don of gratitude") and, in a separate piece, garlic harvesting. His sense of wonder at watching an NPR Tiny Desk Concert featuring El DeBarge leads him to this reflection on an Aretha Franklin cover: "She lets it be known, this is for the benefit of you who don't believe." Gay closes with an essay sharing the same name as the first, "My Birthday, Again," in which the author writes, "I've completed another year of delights. Or maybe I should say another year of delights has completed me." Keenly observed and delivered with deftness, these essays are a testament to the artfulness of attention and everyday joy. Copyright (c) Kirkus Reviews, used with permission. |
