Richard Peabody reads "The Other Man is Always French"
Few write with as much brilliance and variety as Richard Peabody. Spanning nearly forty years, The Richard Peabody Reader offers us a buffet of Peabody’s poetry and prose from 1976 to the present that includes nostalgia, tragedy, despair, wit, surrealism, sex, and even science-fiction. This is an immensely entertaining collection of decades of work by a writer whose powers never lag and whose creativity seems to know no limits. —Mary Mackey
Mustn't we all agree that Richard Peabody can seem awfully French? Not to say he writes like a French native, but the way he's name-dropped at Hopkins and at those noir bar-corner tables home of shadow faced DC writers and intellectuals: "Oh Peabody," they say, "brilliant poet, gave me my first shot in a major publication." The Frenchness of beat-cool runs through his poetry and prose, the honest ribaldry of Baudelaire and existentialist humor of Camus, the ennui of the excessively French Henry Miller, and the forwardness of our terse American Frenchmen, Hemingway and Bukowski. Surely we must admit, that when Richard Peabody is not in the room, he can seem awfully French.
Hear Richard Peabody read "The Other Man is Always French"
The Other Man is Always French