From the internationally bestselling author of The Dark Between Stars and Love Her Wild, Instagram sensation Atticus returns with another romantic and deeply moving collection.
The Truth About Magic builds on the pains and joys of romance explored in Love Her Wild and the New York Times bestseller, The Dark Between Stars—heartbreaks and falling in love, looking back and looking inwards—by taking a fresh, awakened journey outward. An adventure into the great unknown. It’s about finding ourselves, our purpose, and the simple joys of life. It’s about lavender fields, drinking white wine out of oak barrels on vineyards, laughing until you cry, dancing in old barns until the sun comes up, and making love on sandy beaches.
The Truth About Magic is a vibrant, transcendent journey into growth, which will leave you energized and eager to explore the wider world.
The same vapid shit as before. This guy seems to only know a handful of things in life: Girls, booze, and pretentious buzzwords to signal just how "classy" and "eclectic" he is. (Fittingly, he features a quote by Paulo Coelho.)
There's a whopping ONE "poem" that features a female character kissing a girl, but then having a "deep", "emotional" "connection" with a boy, so same old with a sprinkle of f/f fantasies on his part. He's such a male gaze - he looks at women, but he only sees that which he cares about. And if you don't get drunk off your ass, are attractive and dance in the rain with him, you're insignificant apparently. (Also, he thinks every girl has a "pixie" in her that "runs and dances through grassy fields"; nevermind that Manic Pixie Dream Girls don't really exist, he should stop watching 500 Days of Summer all the time, and not all girls CAN run or dance.)
There's also a continuing thread of an obsession with other people's scars. Which not only looks like a glorification of self-harm, it's also extremely egocentric. Other people's scars don't revolve around you. They're not there to turn you on. They're there because people FUCKING WENT THROUGH SOMETHING.
And besides that, he claims to speak for "poets", and of course his poets are all penises.
Some "gems" to give a taste as to just how stupid this is:
When someone has read too much Bukowski and thinks alcoholism is "cool":
When someone thinks that getting off on other people's pain is poetry:
When clearly he has a problem with alcohol but doesn't want to admit it:
When he thinks that poetry is all about what penises want (which is never other penises):
When working on yourself to become a better person is just not "cool" enough:
When other people's scars are not about them, but about what he likes:
When viewing poetry through the narrow lens of his penis:
When describing his favourite attributes in anyone he perceives as a woman:
Yes, real deep love there, when what you love about someone is actions that can so easily be done by any woman that comes along. That's not love: That's shifting obsession.
And my "favourite" disturbing "poem": (CONTENT WARNING FOR SCARS)
Aaaaand I threw up on my keyboard.
I find it particularly disturbing to think that his boner for other people's pain might be a reflection of his actual private life. That's a HUGE RED FLAG to me.
To any of his fans, please be reminded: Scars are not beautiful, and they are not ugly. They're a reflection of having gone through pain. Having gone through pain is not and should never be a point of attraction in a person. Having gone through pain is not attractive. It's just painful. If a partner sees your scars not as similar experiences to empathize over and overcome together, but as "beautiful", please know that that is a red flag and seek help if you're not sure how to proceed.
And to this Atticus guy: Fucking recognize that you have an audience and that what you write affects people. So stop perpetuating harmful ideas!
I shall end with a poem of my own: Oh, that you may lend me a shovel, to bury this book of trash, and then piss on its grave
A third book of derivative tripe about love, whiskey, and scars decorated with stock photos of white couples touching foreheads under Photoshopped stars
Mediocre, vaguely sexist writing interspersed with pictures of skinny white people. I'm not sure the women these poems were about were known at all by the poet. It felt so two dimensional, like they could be about anyone and no one. I was waiting to be moved by even one poem but couldn't relate to a single line in this superficial book. This felt like scrolling through a cringy Pinterest board more than reading literature.
Wow, einfach nur wow. Wieder einmal. „The Truth About Magic“ von Atticus hat mich - genau wie „Love Her Wild“ - so, so, so sehr berührt. Ich fühle mich verstanden. Atticus findet genau die Worte, die ich nicht aussprechen kann. Ich vergöttere seine Texte, in denen so viel Wahrheit und Tiefe steckt. Jedes Mal bin ich wieder sprachlos von der Ehrlichkeit & Verletzlichkeit, die in Atticus‘ Büchern innewohnt. Ich wünschte, ich könnte meine Liebe für seine Sicht auf die Welt in Worte fassen. Absolutes Herzens- und Lieblingsbuch!
Each beautiful thing we love starts first as the dirt of dust and stars.
okay so. I love modern poetry. And I have read this authors first collection.. but this felt so similar to it. It was like deja vu.
I think that the type of poetry I love is more raw, where I can feel the pain and heartache through the words. This collection was romantic and very much centered around love. Which is great, if that's the kind of poetry you like. It just didn't do it for me.
There were only three that I really liked but other than that none of these felt meaningful to me. Alas, this will be the last book I read by Atticus. His work is just not to my liking.
✨ I have a list of poetry collections that I absolutely adore which you can check out here. ✨
I haven't read any of the other books up for Goodreads Choice awards in poetry but I want to vote for any of them just as a vote for Anything except Atticus. This man makes me stabby.
A friend was gifted this book by a well intentioned relative. We hate-read some of it.
Sweet baby jesus, if a bleeding hearted 16 year-old girl such as myself can see through this hackneyed mess, what gives? Even the poems that evoke some emotion are plays on cliches already expressed by a centuries worth of top 50 pop hits.
This is the book I liked the least of this series. Usually there are quite a few pages that make me smile or think about something or somebody, but now there was only one. That doesn’t make it a bad collection, it was just the least appealing to me personally.
Wonderful book of poetry that looks at the wonderment that is all around us. Very short and simple meditations on what it means to connect with the world through others; our collective desire to find meaning and acceptance is examined. Raw and honest exploration of all that it means to be human.
Another beautiful and highly enjoyable read from Atticus. The formatting and photographs make the paperback part of the overall lovely experience, such a great read!
Just what I needed on this cold, windy winter's night. Atticus says in so few words what others dedicate entire chapters trying to convey. Simple words woven into lyrical truths. I turn to Atticus whenever I am feeling restless and can't settle into another book. He resets me, soothes my soul. Other poets and some critics love to rip his poetry apart, but I always come away feeling at peace.
Here is a small sampling of this wonderful book of poetry - I encourage you to get your own copy and find solace between the pages:
We are much more useful to the world in forgiving ourselves than hating ourselves.....
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You stole pieces of me in all the love I gave you and never got back. Keep it now it is my gift to you for you will not get more - and that, my love, is my gift to me.
This has all the same overarching problems as The Dark Between Stars, but unlike that collection, this one has no good poems to redeem it. I listened to the audiobook, and I felt like I was just listening to a pretentious, self-proclaimed male feminist reading out his artsy pick up lines.
I enjoy short poems...but more so poems that create visions. Atticus not only painted stories with his words but had a few visuals that I enjoyed. They were simple and enjoyable. I would probably buy this book again for my physical collection of books.
There is not a single thing that has even the quarter of the value of a poem in this book. These are not poems. These are clichés -no, not even clichés because some clichés have depth, have something of value- mostly icky one liners that don't even make sense most of the time and often makes you want to hang yourself. Now I read all of this Instagram nonsense slogan writer's books, I can't believe how he went from bad (gave the first book 2 stars ~ I was being generous) to slightly better (second book 3 stars ~ again, very generous for my standards) to criminally bad, thus the one star - though I'm giving him half a star not even one, for his courage to come up with a book as bad as this. I mean what was this book about? Did you just gather the worst scribbles that your editor trashed in the process of your first book and serve it to your readers pretending it has real value? You're supposed to go better, not even worse than your first book. If you can't write something that'd top yourself or at least stay in the same level of your previous book, then don't write. It's evident that you don't even slightly respect your readers coz you're used to them swallowing every half baked thing you put on your Instagram and they'll just buy whatever the trash you bring out in the guise of a "poetry book". And just how many so-called "poems" can one write about being drunk and dancing naked under the stars? We got it the first time, you know. When you write the same thing, I don't know, seven times with the SAME words, not even try to describe the same scene for the seventh time in different words, how can you expect your readers (who has at least once read real poetry) to see you as a "poet"? If you wanna keep writing about the same thing over and over, at least use a thesaurus.
"I LOVE PEOPLE BUT WOW DO I ALSO LOVE NO PEOPLE"
Now is this supposed to be poetry?? Should we pretend that you said something meaningful when we read it and look at the stock photo of the stars stuck next to it? How stupid do you think your readers are that you expect to blow their minds with trash like this? It's like you don't even try to make sense.
I wonder who bribed whom to call this guy as "A modern day Byron" in The Times. Or maybe someone hastily called an intern who knew nothing about poetry and asked them to come up with an old poet's name to call this guy as "a modern day something" in the next 5 minutes before they go to the press. Byron must be tossing and turning in his grave.
Been a member of GR since 2013 and never I have ever written a review this negative for any book. Always tried to respect the writer, because I know how hard it is to be a writer. But why respect someone who clearly doesn't respect his readers or their intelligence or the poetry itself? I'm angry at the audacity of this person who thinks he can get away with this.
So maybe stick to drinking whiskey, dancing naked, and spouting nonsense on Instagram, Atticus. Coz clearly, you're no poet.
I liked it better than the previous collections, but it still had some issues. There are some beautiful pieces, although the rest is extremely similar to the ones he's already written. I think the imagery some of the poems create is astonishing, with the highlight on poems inspired by Paris and Rome. From now on, let's just patiently wait and see what Atticus releases next.
'When do I know if I really love her?' asked the boy and the old man smiled, 'When it's no longer a question.'
And not that related to review, but I was really happy when I saw he put quote by Morgan Rhodes into the book. This little detail was something I enjoyed so much without any apparent reason, except that I love Morgan Rhodes.
"Magic will find those with pure hearts, even when all seems lost." - Morgan Rhodes
"The Truth about Magic" by Atticus is definitely better than the other two books. It is not only confined to the topics of love but many others like having adventures, thinking that you're not good enough are some examples. This is my favourite book by Atticus out of all the three and these are some of my favourite quotes:
BEAUTIFUL. BEAUTIFUL. BEAUTIFUL. My favorite in the trilogy, obsessed with the way Atticus arranges words, and creates incredible imagery. Just off the title alone I loved it. But my gosh, THIS BOOK IS PURE MAGIC. loved it. I couldn’t endorse it more. It’s all that I stand for. What a masterpiece. ✨
3.5* Atticus poetry is a wonder. It's just so beautiful and flows perfectly. I never stopped to be amazed and not only the photography included in his books, but the simple pretty poetry accompanied. Atticus is considered a Instagram poet, someone who posts small quotable poems that get shared and loved by thousands. It's where he started out and from Instagram he became loved but millions. Which, in turn, caused him to get published. He's somewhat a mystery as he never shows his face and there has been rumors going around that he is a actor, but no one knows for sure. I'm not sure anyone even knows if it is a he. His poems in The Truth About Magic, are just that magic. They are sweet and slippery on the tongue, but there are some duds, but very few.
Loved it. I sat down on my couch with the door open and the only sounds being the splatter of rain drops against the ground and thunder in the distance. Couldn’t imagine a better way to soak up what this book has to offer.
The Truth About Magic transports you to all the nostalgic memories of the past while leaving you hopeful and looking forward to the memories to be made in the future. I’m so thankful for Atticus’ views of the world and that he’s brave enough to share them. I look forward to devouring anything and everything he writes in the future.
Kann man sich auf Grund von Worten in jemanden verlieben? Ja? Gut, denn ich habe mich wohl in Atticus verliebt ❤️ Auch sein drittes Buch hat mich oft einfach nur sprachlos zurückgelassen. Ich weiß auch nicht, wie er es schafft, mich in so kurzen, manchmal nur zweizeiligen Sätzen, so viele Emotionen spüren zu lassen. Seine Gedichte machen hungrig auf das Leben, durstig nach Champagner und sehnsüchtig nach Liebe. Die Fotos im Buch waren mal wieder traumhaft schön und haben seine Worte unterstrichen. Ich hoffe es kommen noch viele weitere Bücher von ihm!