博客來What is Nina Kossman’s God, and what kind of Unfinished Business are we about to get into, I wondered, opening this
book of poems. ＂History Transformed into Myth,＂ the subtitle at the front of these pages warned, and I wondered
what is history if not already a myth. That’s what I thought, getting started, yes-right before I
learned that Kossman sent me these poems from a warzone, literally: the poet’s e-mail said she was in the occupied Ukraine
at that time. And just like that, the mythological history, whatever that is, became a documentary fact.
Facts take an interesting role in this collection of poems, actually: we begin with an echo of an ancient Akkadian text
also taking place in a warzone, though of a very different kind. And, indeed, the myth comes forth. Or, rather, the myth is
denied us (＂What Ismul’s soul learned in the city of souls is never revealed＂) only to be revealed as the pages turn:
