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Jim Peterson was head of the English department at my alma mater for the longest time, and by the time I got here, he was retired and came back briefly to teach a master class I was in. He was an eccentric, warm old man, and it makes a lot of sense he wrote a book like this. It‘s very underwritten and under-explained, with lots of pretty poetic language, as Jim‘s primarily a poet. It‘s not great, but Jim Peterson is cool.