Fusewire

CHATTO, ISBN 0-7011-6379-8 Price £6.99

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Like Summer Snow, Fusewire explores the effect of history on personal lives and loves. But it moves to a new elsewhere, and new clarity. Poems on British colonization in Ireland are interwoven with love poems which reverse the sexual cliché of colonisation. Britain here is the woman, Ireland the high-profile man.

REVIEWS

"Padel is intent on crafting a metaphorical language that revitalizes the eye and declares itself unmistakeably her own. " – Times Literary Supplement

"A collection to cherish: her work combines subtlety and complexity with a vision rooted in the concrete, and a curiosity that is, behind its cool, playful surface, both passionate and uncompromising." - Christina Patterson, Independent on Sunday

Stunning!, "Padel is a perfect poet." Reviewer: A reader from NYC 1 September, 1999 - from Amazon.com

"Fusewire picks up erotic and political themes of earlier volumes and startlingly confirms the impression of a voracious imagination which finds its natural expression in figurative language made up of the appetitive and animal... and torn between sensuality and moral seriousness. The best poems are playfully sardonic with true postmodernist aplomb... or concisely evocative." - Poetry Review

"She mixes the personal and the political to surprising and moving effect" - Recommended Summer Reading, Independent

"This is a book which breaks the mould. In these poems, an Englishwoman falls in love with a figure in Irish public life: the poems meditate on the relationship between the two islands. Here for the first time in poetry Ireland is the powerful male figure for which England longs. This turning around of cliché and the strange, passionate tones are a far cry from the general coolness of contemporary English (and indeed Irish) poetry. The first poem in the book is a masterpiece. - Colm Toibin, TLS Best Books of the Year

"Padel is intent on crafting a metaphorical language that revitalizes the eye and declares itself unmistakeably her own. " - TLS

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