In Chad Abushanab’s debut poetry collection, The Last Visit, he carefully and compassionately explores a family broken by alcoholism and abuse. These poems trace the trajectory of an adolescent living with a violent father struggling with addiction, and recount both the abused child’s perspective and his attempts to reckon with his past as he reaches adulthood, chronicling his own struggles with substance abuse and the reverberations of trauma in his life.
Amid the violence and hurt, Abushanab’s verse renders moments of compassion—even the least sympathetic figures are shown to be grappling with their flaws, and the narrator struggles to find compassion and move beyond the memories and habits that haunt him. These well-crafted poems explore how the past shapes us and how difficult it can be to leave behind.
PRAISE FOR THE LAST VISIT
“The terrible made magnificent by lyric. We can forget the technical details because they’re here with clinical excellence, so I want to talk about the nature of the words, the way pain and harm can be synchronized to beauty. This is an old concept — as old as poetry — but when it occurs, when thought zones become music, it must be mentioned. Abushanab has hit the nerve and left it vibrating because poetry is just a theory, a set of equations, until it’s touched by the bravest writers, like this poet who coordinates ideas with sinews and blood.
Many writers are afraid of what they’ll find in their lives and in themselves. Please read this to understand how words make magnetism only through the most dynamic processes, opening the wounds, coordinating the past, finding the key to the closed doors, and using unprecedented language. There are tough subjects in this book; they are the underlying laws of excellence.”
—Grace Cavalieri in the Washington Independent Review of Books
“The Factory,” a terse, dizzying poem, appears early in this fantastic debut. “Husks in shadows just outside of town: / a rusted mess, a postindustrial tomb.” Here “men with bloody lungs keep / coughing up clots like overripe berries. / Their wives beside them pretend to be asleep, / imagine different endings to their stories.” The Last Visit teems with distressing images, offered with fury and skill. In one poem that introduces the book’s major theme, a narrator wonders about his abusive father: “what made your cruelties grow / unwieldy.” He stares at portraits for hours, seeking an explanation, and then remembers, in another poem, how his mother would bring him to a store “to pick / some cheap toys” after each family fight. “She wore / green bruises below her eyes. / Her split lip kept her dabbing blood / with Kleenex—a poppy flowered rag.” The narrator and siblings dig “through crates of army men,” who they’d line up on their bedroom windowsill. They’d chosen maimed soldiers who “could not raise their voices despite / their mortal wounds, their missing limbs.” The Last Visit is peppered with poignant, curtal ghazals, including: “When my father left for good, we were living in the desert. / I wouldn’t cry for him. My eyes became a desert.” Horrors real and cinematic blend together, as in poems like “A Haunted House,” “Halloween,” “Drive-In,” and “Poem Begun in a West Texas Corn Maze”: “I listen for children shouting through the dried- / up stalks, but all I hear are whispers and crows, / what few remain.”
—NIck Ripatrzone in The Millions, Must-Read Poetry: March 2019
“Chad Abushanab’s first full-length collection shows his formidable skills as a writer of traditional verse and the power of form to transform even the most intractable material. The subject of The Last Visit is the bleak legacy of, as the poet tells us, ‘violence and the body.’ He takes us on an unflinching tour of abuse, alcoholism, murder, suicide, the chapter headings of contemporary American society. There are few survivors in this world and no forgetting what we have experienced. Or as the poet says with chilling poise, ‘Though you’ve escaped, you cannot help but know.’ I am glad to know Chad Abushanab’s poetry and expect that this moving, troubling, and superbly written volume will not be his last.”
—Mark Jarman, author of The Heronry: Poems
“Chad Abushanab’s The Last Visit is one of the most captivating books of poetry I’ve read in years. It’s almost shocking that it’s his debut. This collection presents an elegy for a family’s pain and the remains still bruised in the present. The poems are vulnerable as they center on the tragic body. Still, the speaker never cowers from his story, bringing it to light with such authority and courage. Calling The Last Visit brave simply isn’t enough. This book has guts.”
—Erica Dawson, author of When Rap Spoke Straight to God
“I really cannot say in these few words all that there is to love about Chad Abushanab’s The Last Visit. This book is moving and most memorable because of Abushanab’s series of light touches. But these touches never fail at amounting to a piercing lyric sting: ‘I want the DNA for empty bottles./ I need to know what made your cruelties grow/ unwieldy, like cancers let loose upon a body.’ And his talent is made all the more thrilling by his skill with and useful subversion of form; I could say much more about the speaker’s search for self and struggles with drink after surviving a childhood laden with domestic violence, about how form in these poems is an opportunity to flex but, instead, a consequence of Abushanab’s need to set things right. But it’s best if I just say that I really do believe in this book and find it extraordinary as an early twenty-first century debut. ”
—Jericho Brown, 2018 Donald Justice Poetry Prize Judge, author of The Tradition
A Poetry Daily “Noted Publication”
A Valparaiso Poetry Review “Recommended Book”