I’m not sure that CA Conrad‘s work deserves such extensive treatment (I’ve read maybe a dozen of his poems and can’t remember a thing about them except a sort of free-floating fatuity), but Curtis Faville’s consideration of the Philadelphia poet’s The Book of Frank is an intelligent exploration of Conrad’s negative example. By that I mean that it’s less about Conrad than about the poetic values that Conrad’s work fails to engage. This failure isn’t personal; it’s cultural.Read More