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Sharon Doubiago’s writing is fluid, unpredictable, and never stops giving. All the old songs sound new, and the lines between past, present and future dissolve in a rush of pleasure and sensual delight. The world is imperfect and in need of repair and she takes nothing for granted. My Beard reminds me most of Denis Johnson’s Jesus’s Son–and the absence of closure is a source of both joy and despair. She is in unchartered waters, but the rules of the game are her own.
Lewis Warsh
I was amazed by her reading. This whole soul came out and in detail and quite complete. She’s very conscious. She sounds like Kerouac or someone, like really good. The energy but it’s more the details, precise details. Doubiago sees things, she notices things in the middle of these crisis moments.
Allen Ginsberg
Doubiago’s My Beard is an essential book, essential to her body of work, essential to her on-going story, and just as essential for its outsider’s account of the insider literary scenes of our time. I wonder how many great American poets could write THIS story, a story of mothering the sports star and the return of the ex-wife to the town of the marriage … Doubiago is at turns the poet (check out the detail of Max’s hands) and Lucia Berlin hard-reality story writer. Let’s attribute accomplishment to her projective verse poet’s eye and her talent for narrative.
Rich Blevins
I was mesmerized by Fornography. I’m not quiet sure why. The evocation of a familiar scene from long ago. The tensions around love and gender. The precariousness of your life. Like everything you do, it’s raw and challenging, pushing everything of lighter weight out of the way. You’re a fearless writer, and yet there is just below the surface the greatest tenderness, the greatest desire not to engage but to be at peace.
Barry Lopez
