"I believe in the power of original sin," writes James Arthur, "in the
wound / that keeps on wounding." Set against a backdrop of political
turmoil in the United States, The Suicide's Son is about the
complicated personal histories that parents inherit, add to, and pass on
to their children. This is a confessional book of masks and personae, of
depopulated landscapes haunted by history's violence, of speakers whose
conflicted truth-telling is marked by sense of complicity in the
falsehoods they glimpse around them. "I'm aging very slowly, because
every part of me / is already dead," says Frankenstein's monster. With
his formidable powers of observation and inimitable ear for the cadences
of speech, Arthur shows himself to be, in only his second book, one of
the best English-language poets writing today.