What happens when the murder house is down the street? When grim fairy tales are true? With vivid language and visceral wit, Petra Kuppers dives into the wreckage of poisoned ecologies: violence, geography, and nature. Come drift here across ley lines into beetle and bone, axe and sap. Come dance the earth séance of virus and white pine elixir. This book is a reliquary, a remediation, a gift: 'a blossom to honor the dead.'
~Gabrielle Civil
There are many voices that arise from the natural world that call us to attention. But there are none as clear, as vital, or as important as that of Petra Kuppers. In Diver Beneath the Street, Kuppers serves as a doula for ghosts and landscapes and illuminates, like a searchlight trapped in the pandemic's lighthouse, the intricate and often devastating connections binding violence, terrain, and the feminine form. Diver Beneath the Street will live in your bones.
~CMarie Fuhrman
Petra Kuppers's Diver Beneath the Street knows we're no safer asleep in our beds than straying from the path into the forest or taking to the streets. Me too, whisper its poems from under the factory-desecrated ground, where twelve princesses don their masks and a whole mycelium network lights up the dance floor. In this bold book, fairy tale becomes rallying cry, true crime becomes true rhyme, murder mystery becomes cosmic mysticism, and wreckage becomes wonder.
~Danielle Pafunda
Kuppers's poetic language is agile and rich, dynamic and beautiful, but Kuppers also places the evocative quality of language within the realm of injustice, violence, and community upheaval. Diver Beneath the Street feels like quite a careful and thoughtful juxtaposition of both joy and horror, which culminates in an assertion of survival.
~Ginger Ko
Pushing off from Adrienne Rich's Diving into the Wreck, Petra Kuppers swims around under the pavement, where sexual terror seeps into body and soil and the poisons of real fairy tale nightmares supercharge the old trope of woman as landscape. Yet Kuppers reveals natural models for healing and finds solace in our vast, collective imaginations. If this enthralling and revelatory book doesn't reorient you toward the subterrain and the subaltern, toward deep feminist ecologies, what will?
~Christine Hume
