Check out my review of Jamie Iredell’s wonderful Prose. Poem. A Novel. at the Rumpus:
What I enjoyed most about Iredell’s narrative are his lyrical, almost Annie Dillard-like observations of nature, the elements, the landscape. But where Dillard’s evocations are solemn reveries sodden with all kinds of lushness, with prose akin to—[namecheck any American transcendentalist here]—Iredell’s descriptions are prickly, brittle, harboring all kinds of menace and malevolence.
JOHN MADERA—Writer, Editor, Publisher 