PRAISE FOR THE TRUMPIAD
"A renaissance in the art of satire may be the only good to come out of Donald
Trump's presidency. Evan Eisenberg’s delectable Trumpiad—abetted by Steve
Brodner's razor-sharp drawings—is a whacked-out high-rococo comedy to be
cherished alongside Alec Baldwin's and Melissa McCarthy's down-and-dirty
burlesques on SNL. By channeling Alexander Pope's immortal takedowns of
eighteenth-century manners and morals, Eisenberg has found a way to respond
to our national emergency with uncommon wit, accuracy, and elegance."
"Witty and wonderful." —Edward Sorel
"If writing well is the best revenge, then Evan Eisenberg has exacted his full measure
of vengeance in the Trumpiad, a true epic about a mock President. Deft and daring
where its subject is bombastic, witty where he's whiny, crafty where he's crude, the
Trumpiad calls down on the head of its chosen anti-hero a seemingly infinite variety
of the poetic weapon that Eisenberg has devised especially for this purpose: a
rhymed stanza that might be called a Five-Line Thumper. The Thumpers are like
snowflakes, you'd think—each of them floating, crystalline, and unique. What fun
it is to see Trump buried beneath their avalanche."
"A must-read (and laugh-till-you-weep) for our times. Puts the humor back in politics.
And the poetry!"
—Sharon Dolin, winner of the Donald Hall Prize for Poetry
"Some of the wittiest, most ingenious comic rhymes since Lord Byron ripped Don Juan a
new one. As to their effective political power let me add: One never knows, do one?”
—Rafi Zabor, winner of the PEN / Faulkner Award for Fiction
“[A] mock epic to end all mock epics of our Gilded Orange Age… [Eisenberg’s] stanzas
—torrential, merciless, coruscating, and often irreproachably scabrous—bristle with
Hudibrastic brilliance… [Brodner’s] Zorroesque flamboyance in media from charcoal
and ink to magic-hour Winsor & Newton… Go ahead, judge the book by its cover.”
—Matthew Gurewitsch, beyondcriticism.com
“Trust Evan Eisenberg, whose The Recording Angel remains the finest meditation on
recorded music, to recognize the deficiency of rhyme in the era of our Mad Monarch. If
the merged couplets and quatrains of the Trumpiad convey the jests, however, it’s the
careful reportage that makes this the deliciously satisfying epic we wish we didn’t need
nearly as much as we do.”