OUT OF PRINT
Renauds poetry rips images from memory, or out of sheer space, and lights them carefully on the page, recreating scenes in miniature that dance and shift as if under water. The poems here vibrate with realness, and physicality. The best of them leave the reader shuddering with recognition or sadness.
— W.T. Pfefferle, author of Writing That Matters
These poems, like no other before them, record a post-post-modern California of illusions gone dry: patchouli and groovy leather, surfboards and magic mushrooms, Elvis and Peter Sellersall melt to an afterlife of 'David Letterman behind his big desk, laughing.' Jeanne Renaud addresses a diminished world with saving accuracy: her book, stern and tragi-comic, is a delight.
— Angela Ball, author of Possession
Jeanne Renauds poems are wholly remarkable piecesthey have rich, complex undulated, and insecticide-free lives. They touch us quickly and constantly, and always in unexpected places.
— Frederick Barthelme