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Lessons in Camouflage
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Concluída, Primeira publicação em jan 29, 2018
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Martin Ott's first two poetry collections won the De Novo and Sandeen Prizes. In his third collection LESSONS IN CAMOUFLAGE, he continues to explore the theme of casting a light on hidden truths. The book spans his turmoil as a U.S. Army interrogator to conflicts personal in nature: divorce, death, and determination to uncover the mysteries of what makes life worth living.

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"In Lessons in Camouflage, Marin Ott invites readers to discover much strange beauty in mundane domesticities - graffiti in an apartment complex elevator, tedious morning commutes, people in line at Starbucks, these are among his subjects. But rather than reveling in how a clever writer can defamiliarize what we think we know, Ott's great gift in this collection is to make the familiar seen in all its depth and complexity. This book takes readers fully and vividly into the inner life of a young military recruit, and then later, a father, and beyond that, a grieving son. We may think we know these stories, but what we think we know is mere camouflage - this book helps us see through the obfuscating veils into the clarity of a beating human heart. "

-Kathryn Nuernberger, author of The End of Pink

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