Poetry. In this NUDE MEMOIR -- a roving gallery of nude torsos, nude cadaver toes, nude female lover and dead male lover, nude bride undoing God's and Duchamp's imposed abstract nakedness -- a woman is born. She is born of words formed when 'a sex (is) offered to a face.' She is terrible and she is wonderful. She is film noir married to Baroque. She is sentences, magnificance, lust. She is an edifice of loss amterializing and de-materializing on a line between poetry and prose that Laura Moriarty casts with the hand of a magician. I, too, dream of stripping bare this figure that the poet has so gorgeously decked out, to get to the heart of her namelessness. NUDE MEMOIR is an entrancing work of love, mourning, and resistance by a major poet -- Gail Scott.