A Poetry Book Society Choice. High above the plain, up where the mountainside melts into cloud, lies an unmapped plateau: Kantaris' son was in Columbia, and he told her about Mistila. She mentioned it to Gross. In response, he sent her a poem. She replied. In three months they populated the Mistilan plateau with a cast of characters who live, eke out their livelihoods, and die. Like us, almost. ""An engaging fancy""--New Statesman. ""Sophisticated...The two poets work well together""--TLS.
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