Moth; or how I came to be with you again

“With Moth; or how I came to be with you again, Thomas Heise has written a deeply moving account of loss, migration, and memory that blurs the line between poetry and prose…. Subtle turns of wit temper the book’s melancholy with understated, ambivalent humor. This combination is one of Moth‘s many treasures.”
—Montreal Review of Books

“It’s impossible to convey in a few lines the enormous pleasures of this book–the beauty of the design, the incandescent prose, its rigor and intelligence. A deeply melancholic and moving work of art.”
–-Carole Maso

“Thomas Heise’s Moth; or how I came to be with you again is a machine of occluded and crystalline memory, performing permutations of the highest order—loss, losing, lust, lost. The book’s calculating engine searches and searches through its fine-toothed gears for the infinite solution to be derived when one divides one by zero. The silence between the words, between the pages is terrific.”
–Michael Martone

“Neither memoir, poem, nor novel, Moth is somehow all three―an effusive ramble through the space of language and the language of memory. Written during a period of intensely disorienting insomnia, Heise’s “autobiography of fever” recalls the orphanage of the author’s childhood, an affair he had with a psychiatrist, and a peripatetic adulthood…. Heise seems capable of doing anything with words, and this book is a diagram of life’s “internal chambers” that ventures into bleary territory hitherto thought unspeakable.”
—Publishers Weekly

“With Moth; or how I came to be with you again, Thomas Heise has written a deeply moving account of loss, migration, and memory that blurs the line between poetry and prose…. Subtle turns of wit temper the book’s melancholy with understated, ambivalent humor. This combination is one of Moth‘s many treasures.”
—Montreal Review of Books

“It’s impossible to convey in a few lines the enormous pleasures of this book–the beauty of the design, the incandescent prose, its rigor and intelligence. A deeply melancholic and moving work of art.”
–-Carole Maso

“Thomas Heise’s Moth; or how I came to be with you again is a machine of occluded and crystalline memory, performing permutations of the highest order―loss, losing, lust, lost. The book’s calculating engine searches and searches through its fine-toothed gears for the infinite solution to be derived when one divides one by zero. The silence between the words, between the pages is terrific.”
–Michael Martone