He Claims He Is the Direct Heir by Lazar SarnaHe Claims He Is the Direct Heir by Lazar Sarna

He Claims He Is the Direct Heir

byLazar Sarna

Paperback | November 15, 2005

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`Most of Sarna's poems are humorous and earthbound, but he can soar when he wants to.'

Lazar Sarna was born in Montreal, Canada where he currently practices law. He is the author of the poetry collections The Singsong (Canada House, 1968), Mystics on a Picnic, (Hillel, 1972) and Letters of State, (Porcupine's Quill, 1978), as well as two novels, The Man Who Lived Near Nelligan and Book Bin Baby. His poetry has appeared i...
Title:He Claims He Is the Direct HeirFormat:PaperbackDimensions:72 pages, 8.75 × 5.5 × 0.3 inPublished:November 15, 2005Publisher:Porcupine's QuillLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0889842825

ISBN - 13:9780889842823

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Editorial Reviews

`There is a wryness to Lazar Sarna's He Claims He is The Direct Heir that is hard not to like, though it can be slippery. If Jackie Mason had become a rabbi, he might have wisecracked a line like ``You wouldn't like the beans they serve here. / I counted them for you'' (from ``I Waited For You''), and a more embittered Wallace Stevens might have announced ``No one is actually on the shore / to greet sea-crashed men, / except the shore.'' Perhaps, then, the book's title is a hint that this is something of a ventriloquist act: these poems, which occasionally adopt instructive and even prophetic overtones, are words thrown from an unknown distance by unknown parties. Wit comes in small, neat parcels (``Depending on where you stand / the firing squad is a team effort, / fresh air, rah-rah'') that will probably be too small and neat for some, but this is a book better dipped into than read straight through. It is definitely a gathering of occasional pieces, with the unevenness such a gathering almost invariably entails but, too, a good deal of rough-edged poignancy.'