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The Book of Baruch Reviews

The Book of Baruch by Geoffrey Hill, Kenneth Haynes (Professor of Comparative Literature and Classics, Brown University)

The Book of Baruch by the Gnostic Justin

Geoffrey Hill, Kenneth Haynes (Professor of Comparative Literature and Classics, Brown University)

4.50 out of 5

3 reviews

Category: Poetry, Non-fiction
Imprint: Oxford University Press
Publisher: Oxford University Press
Publication date: 4 May 2019
ISBN: 9780198829522

At his death in 2016, Geoffrey Hill left behind The Book of Baruch by the Gnostic Justin, a sequence of more than 270 poems, to be published posthumously as his final statement. It is a great work, and in Hill's oeuvre it is a uniquely welcoming work, open to all comers.

4 stars out of 5
25 May 2019

"It is among his greatest work."

[T]he poems in The Book of Baruch by the Gnostic Justin look as though they are part of a deliberate and ordered sequence, all of them using the same form, of irregular lines, occasional internal rhymes and Hill’s characteristic style, hopping over centuries with semi-cryptic allusions, barks of rage and mordant humour. I say ‘semi-cryptic’ because sometimes it is hard to follow his trains of thought... Hill’s chosen form, like Christopher Smart on steroids (for I will consider my poet Geoffrey, who also alludes to Smart within the work), allows him great freedom, and if there are some out there who will argue that this is not poetry, it’s certainly not prosaic. Every word here is charged, potent, lapidary. But then this was always the case with Hill... Hill’s deep thought about British politics — specifically, English politics — has always been evident, from the earliest days of his career, and his interest has not wavered, and it is ironically fitting, in a way, that his own demise may well have happened at a time when the very Union may be beginning to unravel. You want his thoughts on Brexit? You won’t like them


4 stars out of 5
3 May 2019

"a work of the sovereign imagination in a state of radical alienation"

Such is Hill’s seriousness that commentators often fall on his more frolicsome moments with unseemly haste. The element of “music-hall kvetch” remains strong here, but the line between quip and tragic harrumph is often blurred. The current state of British poetry is that of a “semi-derelict Pitcairn or abandoned South American whaling station”: not the most auspicious places to source a music hall audience, but suitably Lear-like spots for a “monologue shot through with frequent episodes of multi-voiced fugue”. That monologue is also, implicitly, a dialogue with his younger self... The comparison with Browning goes deep. The description of Tennyson’s In Memoriam as “an emotional scam drawn on the pieties of our social betters” is pointedly abrasive (Hill’s great debt to Tennyson notwithstanding), and the testiness may remind readers of the monk in Browning’s “Soliloquy of the Spanish Cloister” (“Gr-r-r – there go, my heart’s abhorrence!”). In Hill as in Browning, the poles of sacred and secular, vision and squalor, run very close together. The Book of Baruch is a work of the sovereign imagination in a state of radical alienation, to put it in Hillian terms, and all the better for its soiling at the hands of a fallen and imperfect world. Or as Browning might say: “Plena gratia / Ave, Virgo! Gr-r-r – you swine!”

5 stars out of 5
28 Apr 2019

"This prescient collection is one of the outstanding books of the Brexit era"

The rhythmically unpredictable, clangingly associative sentences that result might be the greatest doggerel ever written in English. Like a Shakespearean fool in Speaker’s Corner, Hill’s rap-like ranting takes an anarchic joy in cacophony. Here, for example, he evokes the fall of one of Sir Christopher Wren’s London churches during the Blitz: “Burning St Mary-le-Bow, in ravishing show, saluted by her own bells, a last cascade of thrashing, mangled squeals as down they go.” For every cinematic line flashed out from fluent memory, there is also much obscure quibbling and indignant quarrelling. Shortly before he died, Hill took a swipe at younger poets whose highest ambition was “winning the twitterverse”. The gnosticism, or mystical knowledge, that he pursued instead was a defiantly old-fashioned obsession with the “genius” of his own country.