Reader's Digest: January 6, 2024

I don’t think of myself as a “prose poem person.” I like (some) poetry but I am rarely a fan of the lyric essay or its relatives. I’ve made an exception, though, for Nina MacLaughlin’s Winter Solstice, on the basis of a sparkling review by Helen Treseler in the LARB:

Like Joyce or Virgil, MacLaughlin plays with a full rock band—casting a spell with her …