a day in the life of p.

Poetry. LGBT Studies. "Sooner or later it seemed people would need to start writing in groups. It seems like the people who died in the World Trade Center must have died for someone and shouldn't everyone write a book for them. And what about me? Shouldn't everyone write a book for me. Who would write a book for all the women, or all the men. The queers. How about all the people who died in the holocaust. What about all the people who didn't. What about the people working in the buildings not next, but not far from the World Trade Center. Or in other cities. Why doesn't everybody write a book for them? And who would be its author. kari edwards comes up & down like a cloud writing a sneering exuberant millennial book, speaking for the army of us who know something else, but don't know how to say or do. kari edwards' a day in the life of p is a total fucking masterpiece. She's a monk postmodernist, kari writes in groups. People should start chanting this book on street corners. I can't stop reading it, it's screamingly grey, it's better than phone sex, than Burroughs or Proust, it's outrageously cool" —Eileen Myles.