Forgotten Night

Rebecca Goodman

 

ISBN 978-1-956005-61-5         296 pages         $20.00

 

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“The memories that elude you will disappear.

                                        And what replaces them?”

 

Readers of Rebecca Goodman’s Forgotten Night couldn’t find a more laconic protagonist on a meandering quest, one that layers dream sequence with Medieval carnival and a necklace to offer protection with accidental artist-guides to the journey. Will she find the meaning of the news clipping her mother saved in her grandfather’s World War diary?

     As you dine under bowler hat chandeliers, there are hints in a Mendelssohn concert in a cathedral, in bird-man sculptures installed in a former synagogue, in lost dialectics, in the compelling beauty of a grotesque altarpiece, in the memories of childhood as language “raining down on my skin …”

     —Deborah Meadows

 

With Forgotten Night, the Shoah becomes nearer to approachable in Goodman’s blistering, intimate, woeful silence. Goodman eases readers into a nuanced, personal, itinerant, inimitably American perspective on Holocaust remembrance. Forgotten Night should be required reading for those who recognize the need to continually reassess the incomprehensible suffering caused via unchecked nationalism.

     —David Moscovich

 

 

On Rebecca Goodman’s Aftersight

 

…The power of this poetic fiction—a fiction of a very real death—emanates from Goodman’s Stein-like maxims which help make sense of what is clearly, in her now fragile world, without sense, without meaning….Goodman transforms her experiences into a kind of mythic story that also represents her attempts to heal herself…in a kind of magical recovery….Peace and meaning come gradually through language, the very language of Goodman’s book….The private sorrow has turned into a public act. This gifted author ends her work in a long prose poem titled “Night Garden,” answering, like Molly Bloom, “yes,” to the voyage into darkness, a kind of dream garden “full of green.”

     Douglas Messerli

 

 

A book-long, disassembled keen, a reverse index of longing after loss, Rebecca Goodman’s spare Aftersight is a wonderful achievement. It is connected in its stillness to influences such as the ancient Chinese poets as well as contemporary innovation. Its clarity and dwelling place: consciousness.

     Stacey Levine

 

It would be hard to overstate how thrilled it made me to read Rebecca Goodman’s new collection Aftersight. As is in her earlier work, The Surface of Motion, the writing is always superb—and always deeply compelling.

     David St. John

 

All the echoes of memory and the rapidly disintegrating past come into play in Rebecca Goodman’s beautiful meditative novel—a chamber piece for embattled voices that unfolds inside the natural world. The narrator, taking on guises, tries to make sense of what it means to be alive, “these things I can think and feel.” Goodman writes at perfect pitch, looking back, looking forward, on the border between holding on and letting go. I couldn’t stop reading.

     Lewis Warsh