"An intriguing aesthetic choice in this book is Barry's use of the self-referential. . . . Some of this initially comes across as unnecessary exposition, but turns out to be a declaration of a calling to follow a most disquieting muse, a sustained exploration of a moment of despair expressed in Aeschylus' Oresteia: 'Where will it end? / Where will it sink to sleep and rest, this murderous hate, this Fury?' Loose Strife, which ultimately stitches together the dark history of humanity into a single volume of verse, is Barry's most compelling response yet to that question: hate doesn't end, hate doesn't stop." --Los Angeles Review of Books
Praise for Loose Strife:
"Barry risks the lurid, and the knowing, but comes out more like a prophet, overwhelmed--sometimes sublimely so--by the first- and second-hand truths she must convey." --Publishers Weekly starred review