Cafés

Welcome to Cafés! Somewhere to eat and forget about work, where we can meet friends and not think about love, where we can meet lovers and be too nervous to eat. In Holly Pester's unique lyric, the café becomes a structure of fantasy and language exploring life at the pressurized edges. It becomes a form - a canto or a verse - unearthing what this space promises us in terms of freedom and thought, and what it holds back. In each iteration, the café remakes itself through the people who pass through it. A worker tries to run a café franchise. A lover sits in the corner, waiting. A woman mourns a friendship while contemplating age and childlessness. An artist tries to launch an art café and hosts an open mic. Both a stylish political intervention and an elegy for communal space, Holly Pester's newest collection reaffirms her as one of the most exciting poets of our time.

'Holly Pester's café is a place to sink into the soft leather couches, eavesdrop, work and dream: a waiting room both strange and familiar, full of spillages (of coffee) and slippages (of language). A public space or a place to hide; to meet friends and strangers or to be alone; Pester's brilliance builds this cafe up and invites us in to linger.'
― Francesca Wade, author of Gertrude Stein: an Afterlife

'Holly Pester makes the world sing. The song is written by Victoria Wood, and it's a happy-sad song about utopia. Figured not as a distant place but as a way of being with people and things, that might also be called friendship, that might also be called poetry. She reminds us that poetry is a social activity, an expression of faith in the possibility of connection - with other people, with the world, with happiness - that feels, in our historical moment, like a form of resistance.'
― Ben Eastham, author of The Floating World
 

'Romance! Revolution! Happy work! Salad! In this ingenious and devastatingly funny work, the perky smooth surfaces of contemporary capitalism are vivisected to show fleshy conflicts and writhing contradictions. On life's menu can we actually pick our options, rather than just onions? Can we dare to experience one another outside of the transaction? Cafés is a striking and vital work of dreaming and dream interpretations, a clarion call for interruption that will 'make thoughts paddle'. Enter the café, scooch closer and awaken your critique!'
― Lila Matsumoto, author of Two Twin Pipes Sprout Water
 

'Holly Pester is one of my favourite contemporary poets and Cafés is her strangest and maybe best book (so far). Narrative fragments emerge and recede, characters coalesce and dissolve, sentences threaten to topple their own grammar, and the subject matter shifts near-constantly - from work to love to friendship to aging to art. Pester has a special ability to thwart literal sense while sustaining emotional sense, even when the feeling is subtle. Like a café, the book makes space for the pleasures of barely structured time: time spent in reflection, conversation, and maybe even hard work, but without an overarching aim that's clear to oneself. A simpler book would symptomatise such pleasures, but Cafés meets them openly, with ambivalence and love.'
- Steven Zultanski, author of Help