Percival Everett

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These sonnets were inspired by the Preludes of Chopin. 

Do keys matter? Do they speak to different parts of us? Inspired by the Preludes of Chopin and the piano solos of Art Tatum, these experimental sonnets seek to question timbre and tone. That’s bullshit. They are just sonnets.

ADVANCE PRAISE

“Percival Everett is a genre.”

—Kiese Laymon⁠, author of Long Division and MacArthur Fellowship Grantee

“I feel very deeply that he is one of the most profoundly talented writers of all time.”

—Robin Coste Lewis, author of Voyage of the Sable Venus and National Book Award for Poetry Winner

“Percival Everett’s body of work has been called many things—experimental, idiosyncratic, ‘gleefully unhinged’—and perhaps most frequently, prolific.”

—Lisa Tolin, Editorial Director at PEN America

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WINNER OF THE 2020 IPPY AWARD IN MOST ORIGINAL CONCEPT

Percival Everett’s The Book of Training by Colonel Hap Thompson of Roanoke, VA, 1843, Annotated From the Library of John C. Calhoun, is poetry within the harsh confines of a mock historical document, a guidebook for the American slave owner. The collection features lists of instructions for buying, training, and punishing, equations for calculating present and future profits, and handwritten annotations affirming the brutal contents. The Book of Training lays bare the mechanics of the peculiar institution of slavery and challenges readers to place themselves in the uncomfortable vantage point of those who have bought and enslaved human beings.

“. . . Artful and literate, Everett explores the philosophical, the metaphysical, the physical and the psychological boundaries of human life . . .”
—Terry D Auray

“. . . Everett achieves a primal sense of dislocation, forcing us to question how we determine the limits of the human . . .”
—Sven Birkets, The New York Times

“. . . The audacious, uncategorizable Everett. He mixes genre and tone with absolute abandon, never does the same song twice. Brilliant . . .”
—The Boston Globe

“. . . An author who dances with language as effortlessly as Fred Astaire.”
—Daniel Quinn, author of Ishmael

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In Trout’s Lie, Percival Everett explores the semantic relationship between sense and so-called nonsense—and questions whether either is actually possible.

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These poems question the sounds that are meaning. They interrogate where meaning resides and whether they are in any way, rigidly or loosely, wed to the words that carry it. There is a nod toward logic and at once an acceptance of its limits. These poems are landscapes, the meaning altering with the movement of clouds, with the changing light. Irony sometimes is the way we can be earnest.

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There Are No Names for Red is a collaborative work featuring the poetry of Chris Abani and the paintings of Percival Everett.

ADVANCE PRAISE

“Chris Abani’s poems remind us of what happens when moral boundaries are obliterated and the sacredness of life becomes a kind of cynical joke. But these poems also remind us of the human capacity for compassion and love in the face of unspeakable cruelty and fiendish conditions. Chris Abani and his poems matter to all.”—Ronald Gottesman, Professor Emeritus, University of Southern California and Editor of the Norton Anthology of American Literature.

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“… Artful and literate, Everett explores the philosophical, the metaphysical, the physical and the psychological boundaries of human life…”—Terry D’Auray

“… Everett achieves a primal sense of dislocation, forcing us to question how we determine the limits of the human…”—Sven Birkets, The New York Times

“… The audacious, uncategorizable Everett. He mixes genre and tone with absolute abandon, never does the same song twice. Brilliant…”— The Boston Globe

“… An author who dances with language as effortlessly as Fred Astaire.”—Daniel Quinn, author of Ishmael