The Black Car by Christine Walde

Recently published by Baseline Press, The Black Car by Christine Walde features poems inspired by Sylvia Plath. In these poems we join Walde on an journey into Plath's brief sojourn to Canada in the summer of 1959. Subtitled Reflections on Lethe, The Black Car also finds its poetry sourced from H.D., Charles Baudelaire, and Edna St. Vincent Millay. The poems are completely original and in Walde's own unmistakable voice. In the "Afterword," we learn a bit about the books genesis; the prose and the story are inspiring.

Exquisitely produced in a limited edition that is sure not to last, The Black Car is a book worth owning and cherishing. 36 pp., ISBN 978-0-9869570-1-7, $10. The cover is of St. Armand Canal, and the flyleaf of Tibetan Cloud. The book is available for on-line purchase through the link above.

Christine Walde (London, Ontario) is the author of the novel, The Candy Darlings (Penguin Canada and Houghton Mifflin). A second novel, Burning Down Tiger Mountain, is forthcoming. Her writing has appeared in publications such as Vallum, Carousel, Plath Profiles, Descant, Quill and Quire, and The Globe and Mail. Her Plath Profiles poems appear in volume 2 (Two Poems), volume 3 (Three Poems), and volume 4 (Mr. & Mrs. Hughes, Camping).

You can read more about The Black Car here.

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