Leonard Cohen is one of my personal heroes, and while the quality of both his music and his poetry has declined significantly in the past twenty-five years, Flowers for Hitler reminds me why he has such a place in my heart. This is not a smooth read by any means; there are certainly a fair number of duds. However, the pearls, of which there are many, are luminescent, and that is why I’ve still never quite given up hope that Cohen will return to form.
4/5
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