There’s erotic haiku, there’s haiku for Jews, I’ve even known a dusty poet or two to trade crafty passersby a beer-4-haiku in my day. But one of the original haiku artists was Félix Fénéon, who penned thousands of pint-sized reports in French newspapers called faits divers. Marilyn Johnson reviews Fénéon’s Novels in Three Lines, compiled and translated by Luc Sante.
The first three SMITH readers to send us a three-line take on the war, O.J. Simpson, the pennant race, Dan Rather, or the economy will receive a copy of this book. Send your miniature news reports to news at smithmag dotnet.
*Whose book, The Dead Beat: Lost Souls, Lucky Stiffs, and the Perverse Pleasures of Obituariess, nous adores.
Haiku from Flickr user glindsay65.