A Fortune for Your Disaster
Hanif Abdurraqib
(Author)
Description
In his much-anticipated follow-up to The Crown Ain't Worth Much, poet, essayist, biographer, and music critic Hanif Abdurraqib has written a book of poems about how one rebuilds oneself after a heartbreak, the kind that renders them a different version of themselves than the one they knew. It's a book about a mother's death, and admitting that Michael Jordan pushed off, about forgiveness, and how none of the author's black friends wanted to listen to "Don't Stop Believin'." It's about wrestling with histories, personal and shared. Abdurraqib uses touchstones from the world outside--from Marvin Gaye to Nikola Tesla to his neighbor's dogs--to create a mirror, inside of which every angle presents a new possibility.
Product Details
Price
$16.95
$15.76
Publisher
Tin House Books
Publish Date
September 03, 2019
Pages
108
Dimensions
7.4 X 8.8 X 0.4 inches | 0.5 pounds
Language
English
Type
Paperback
EAN/UPC
9781947793439
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About the Author
Hanif Abdurraqib is a poet, essayist, and cultural critic from Columbus, Ohio. His poetry has been published in Muzzle, Vinyl, PEN American, and various other journals. His essays and music criticism have been published in The FADER, Pitchfork, The New Yorker, and The New York Times. His first full length poetry collection, The Crown Ain't Worth Much, was released in June 2016 from Button Poetry. It was named a finalist for the Eric Hoffer Book Prize, and was nominated for a Hurston-Wright Legacy Award. With Big Lucks, he released a limited edition chapbook, Vintage Sadness, in summer 2017 (you cannot get it anymore and he is very sorry.) His first collection of essays, They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us, was released in winter 2017 by Two Dollar Radio and was named a book of the year by Buzzfeed, Esquire, NPR, Oprah Magazine, Paste, CBC, The Los Angeles Review, Pitchfork, and The Chicago Tribune, among others. He released Go Ahead In The Rain: Notes To A Tribe Called Quest with University of Texas press in February 2019. The book became a New York Times Bestseller, and was met with critical acclaim. His second collection of poems, A Fortune For Your Disaster, was released in 2019 by Tin House. He is a graduate of Beechcroft High School.
Reviews
This is the kind of poetic stand that helps us stay alive, even in our late empire that moves to its own truth and dread. Abdurraqib is the voice to live with.--Ilya Kaminsky
It's brilliant and dizzying, but no matter how lost you get within its powerful lines, you'll finish this book having a stronger sense of orientation within this world, and within yourself.--NYLON
The fast-rising Ohio music journalist's second book of poems imports characters from, and jokes about, pop, rap, rock and soul ... to animate his corrosively serious, hard-to-forget, lines about love, sex, hypocrisy, self-discovery, power, grief and violence.--the New York Times
This resonant second collection from cultural critic, essayist, and poet Abdurraqib grapples with physical and emotional acts of violence and their political context.--Publishers Weekly (Starred Review)
There's real energy in this book, and there's also a compelling sense of love, longing, and loss. ... A deft collection.
Devastatingly beautiful ... a book born of blood, of heartache, of isolation, of history, of forging new paths and new endings. ... a rare accomplishment of poetic language, of music, of heart, of resilience.--Nashville Review
What Abdurraqib has built here is a dazzling tapestry of poems.--American Microreviews & Interviews
A Fortune for Your Disaster proves that, if you pay attention, Black people have defined and still define themselves for themselves amid roses and dandelions, cardinals and violets, the blues of music and police uniforms, prayer and swagger, Kehinde Wiley paintings and too many funerals, the streets of bleak cities and the fraught histories of "a kill or be killed / nation." The disaster is not us or ours but what we endure, forced and as a matter of course, whether our presence is acknowledged or not, on our terms or not. As death insists on invading our lives, we keep making more and more beauty in order to survive it. If "memory is a field / with endless graves" as disasters of the past bleed relentlessly into present and thus menace the future, Hanif Abdurraquib's poems encompass the quiet and often lonely genius of our creativity as a means to "imagine that anything / can become us." The beauty of our excellence is soundtracked by love and violence, the "agony threaded together by the same chorus" of what we fight for and how we continue, visibly or secretly garlanded, heralded by our own painfully ecstatic voices "making [our] own ending." The fortune is us and it is ours. With a music as richly profound as we are, Abdurraquib makes it undeniably so.--Khadijah Queen
It's brilliant and dizzying, but no matter how lost you get within its powerful lines, you'll finish this book having a stronger sense of orientation within this world, and within yourself.--NYLON
The fast-rising Ohio music journalist's second book of poems imports characters from, and jokes about, pop, rap, rock and soul ... to animate his corrosively serious, hard-to-forget, lines about love, sex, hypocrisy, self-discovery, power, grief and violence.--the New York Times
This resonant second collection from cultural critic, essayist, and poet Abdurraqib grapples with physical and emotional acts of violence and their political context.--Publishers Weekly (Starred Review)
There's real energy in this book, and there's also a compelling sense of love, longing, and loss. ... A deft collection.
Devastatingly beautiful ... a book born of blood, of heartache, of isolation, of history, of forging new paths and new endings. ... a rare accomplishment of poetic language, of music, of heart, of resilience.--Nashville Review
What Abdurraqib has built here is a dazzling tapestry of poems.--American Microreviews & Interviews
A Fortune for Your Disaster proves that, if you pay attention, Black people have defined and still define themselves for themselves amid roses and dandelions, cardinals and violets, the blues of music and police uniforms, prayer and swagger, Kehinde Wiley paintings and too many funerals, the streets of bleak cities and the fraught histories of "a kill or be killed / nation." The disaster is not us or ours but what we endure, forced and as a matter of course, whether our presence is acknowledged or not, on our terms or not. As death insists on invading our lives, we keep making more and more beauty in order to survive it. If "memory is a field / with endless graves" as disasters of the past bleed relentlessly into present and thus menace the future, Hanif Abdurraquib's poems encompass the quiet and often lonely genius of our creativity as a means to "imagine that anything / can become us." The beauty of our excellence is soundtracked by love and violence, the "agony threaded together by the same chorus" of what we fight for and how we continue, visibly or secretly garlanded, heralded by our own painfully ecstatic voices "making [our] own ending." The fortune is us and it is ours. With a music as richly profound as we are, Abdurraquib makes it undeniably so.--Khadijah Queen
