"For he had decided la métaphore juste
For the struggle of art, the mind's arrow unloosed,
Was a muse-sotted aesthete, a tune-loving pill
Dragging a steamship up over a hill."
Andrew Nicholls, il miglior fabbro of the precisely calibrated gag, lets loose with a rollicking tale in verse as astonishing in its foolhardiness as the film shoot it chronicles. Reading As Man Is to God is like watching a master jeweler carve Mount Rushmore. We stare wide-eyed as the maniacal miniaturist brings off his magnum opus, one deft, hilarious touch at a time. The result is every bit as thrilling and endlessly revisitable as Herzog's Fitzcarraldo, a rousing tribute to the folly and genius of our species. -Boris Dralyuk, translator, author of My Hollywood and Other Poems