Publisher’s Weekly reviews Kissed by a Fox

The first of the reviews is in for Kissed by a Fox, from Publisher's Weekly.

The first of the reviews is in for Kissed by a Fox, from Publisher’s Weekly.

I’m thrilled to announce that Publisher’s Weekly today reviews Kissed by a Fox. I’m even more thrilled that the reviewer has a lot of good things to say about it:

a tenderly woven collection of essays

an entertaining and emotionally resonant book

But my favorite line calls out the writing itself:

the language [is] lyrical, possessing a poet’s cleverness of rhythm.

Some years ago I had a group of friends who met once a month or so to read poetry to one another—Mary Oliver or Robert Hass or Billy Collins or Jane Kenyon. For a while our anthem was Kim Addonizio’s “What Do Women Want?” We took turns reading it aloud and in our mind’s eye put ourselves (or if we were male or gay, our lovers) in that red dress, strutting. If the words in Kissed by a Fox call to mind the rhythms of poetry, it’s because I have spent years listening to the best.

If the writing is lyrical it also means that I’ve changed a lot as a writer—welcome news for someone who came from the world of academic writing, which does not—um—put a premium on beauty. Of course, during all those years of graduate study I was writing journals on the side, experimenting with language, cutting loose in private with all the feeling exiled from the scholarly page. When I finally set out to write a creative nonfiction book, it seemed a miracle to be allowed to bring together beauty with ideas, to wed heart and mind on the page. Every day I sat down to write, I felt like the luckiest person in the world.

But writing in this way was time consuming. Picture me at my computer, spitting out a paragraph, deleting half of it, staring into space, adding two sentences, moving them around, deleting more words, and staring again into space, always reaching for a smoother, shorter, more direct or inspired way of expressing each thought. And then reading the paragraph, rereading it, sometimes aloud, to check its flow on the tongue. Each chapter took at least a month of full-time work. And more of the work was taking out words than adding them, seeking the economy of poetry.

In a matter of weeks Kissed by a Fox will find its way into the world. I’m grateful that one of its first readers enjoyed the writing itself.

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2 Responses to Publisher’s Weekly reviews Kissed by a Fox

  1. The golden oak tree that greets me on my favorite woodland trail is several hundred years old according to an arborist friend. I touch its rough bark as part of a ritual when I pass and think of all this towering beauty has seen, how many squirrels and deer its acorns have fed and how many raccoons and opossum have napped on its branches where afternoon sun peeks through the leaves and I’m grateful that this guardian of the forest still stands. While this sylvan sentry continues to feed and shelter countless wildlife, it feeds my soul and for this I can find no adequate words of gratitude.

    I look forward to reading all of Kissed by a Fox because sharing appreciation and respect for the natural world with another of our sorry species is as nourishing to me as touching this special oak tree.

    • Priscilla Stuckey, PhD says:August 14, 2012 at 9:31 am

      Karen, I’m so happy to hear of your oak tree friend. Appreciating the presence of another creature, especially one so much older than us, stretches the heart, keeps us more spacious inside. Respectful attention—seems like everyone needs it, and everyone enjoys it!