B. H. Fairchild's memory systems are the collective vision of America's despairing dreamersfailed baseball players, oil field laborers, a surrealist priest, college boys at a burlesque theater, the last remaining cast members ofWinner of the National Book Critics Circle Award. These poems make a rare, magical conjunction between a communal sense of place and a solitary habit of memory. Fairchild is in touch with that America we almost forgot, melancholy, dream-ridden, wistful, ghost-like. What an exaltation!