Book of Accident

In her latest collection of poems, The Book of Accident, Beckian Fritz Goldberg invites the reader into a shadowy atmosphere where her language prowls among strange images; hummingbirds become a fistful of violet amphetamines and desire gnaws away like a live rat sewed up inside us. Reading The Book of Accident is like entering a graphic novel with missing panels, a noir world of queasy glints and feral adolescents, a world where no one has to love you. Characters go by odd names: Torture Boy, Skin Girl, Lala Petite, Wolf Boy (his body pale as the plucked end of light). They are punk kids fending for themselves in an expressionistic version of those old stories that began, Let's take the children out to the woods / and leave them. And on every page, there's Goldberg's hard-edged wit, with the speed and flash of a video game. These poems show mercy but give no ground. They make you feel heartbroken and frightened and exhilarated at the same time.