Sweeney, Dennis James: In the Antarctic Circle

Autumn House Press, paperback

Publication Date: February 27, 2021

"Of literary 'whiteness' Toni Morrison asked, 'What is it for? What parts do the invention and development of whiteness play in the construction of what is loosely described as "American"? ' In this extraordinary debut collection, Sweeney revisits the question via the snowy, violent terrain of love, loss, and supreme isolation. . . . Through the lenses of dystopia and domestic upheaval, the poet braces us for the shrewd chill of this ultimately uninhabitable place. You almost want to direct the speaker-protagonist and lover Hank to turn back. It's a fool's errand. But you can't stop flipping the pages: 'Though no savior is due, we make a life of waiting. Everyone has every reason to fold.'"--Yona Harvey

"This elliptical, haunted document is as beautiful and dangerous as the cold continent of which it sings, whispering of loss, of loneliness, of identity, of extinction. A perfect Beckettian marriage between the spoken and the unspoken, the said and the unsayable, this sublime collection speaks as much from its white spaces as from its exquisitely ordered text. In the Antarctic Circle is an unforgettable experience from a master stylist."--Maryse Meijer

"What is love in a habitat in crisis? How does desire survive when the land offers no mercy? These are the questions of Sweeney's In the Antarctic Circle, with its precise and surrealist depictions of ice, snow and wind coupled with aching gestures toward the lover's warm body, somehow always out of reach. 'I am alone in the whiteness. I stretch into it and huddle.' We don't have to visit Antarctica to understand the thrust of these questions; all our landscapes now threaten to reject us. And nonetheless, 'the living are marking what they can.' This exquisite writing is a testament to the effort to survive and to love within a self-generated hostility, a 'climate' of 'whiteness' in which we can only, 'hold our wounds dear, open them repeatedly.'"--Julie Carr