by Erica Thurman

A.D. Carson was insistent, COLD is a fictional work. The A.D. character of the book is not him. Logic and emotion told me that simply could not be the case. The words on the page were so real I could feel them. He has to be him. He could not not be him. He could not tell his story so well if he was not him. Midway through the book, I realized why A.D. Carson was so insistent.  He is not him. He is, however the very reason that Hip-Hop exists…the reason it thrives…its soul/sole purpose for living. He is not Hip-Hop and he is not A.D. Carson. He is h.e.r. child. He is the son that Hip-Hop created; the Darker Brother of prose; the incestral grandson and lover of poetry who takes up the ancestral tradition of the griot recounting the experiences of h.e.r sons. In a mixed medium setting, the Decatur, IL bred writer brings us COLD, A Novel By A.D. Carson, a fictional work that examines “the curious thing that is the [metaphysical] dilemma of a Black poet” and his attempts to reconcile the concrete and theoretical binaries that comprise his existence. A.D. Carson delivers it just the way it comes to him—with prose, poetry and lyrical tracks.

Through COLD, A.D. explores the intricacies of world traveling. What we get…

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