Of all the books of poetry I have read to date (which I always feel should be more), this is the most cohesively moving work.Even Bidart's translations of Virgil's Aeneid are beautiful and fit into the conceit of the work.The entire book is a strugle to confront, reconcile or comprehend the past.The world's past, personal pasts, family history, skeletons in the closet—Bidart ranges over it all in this, his first book of poetry.Gorgeous, humane and transcendent.My tip: take a close look at "California Plush."Perhaps one of the finest narrative poems ever crafted.