A book of poetry (and a short story or two) by Iris Brossard, daughter of Chandler, loyal if emotionally over educated by her old man, is inescapably an event in Chandler Brossard's posthumous life. I don't think Iris would mind entering conversation this way--as long as you read her book, which will use her context to display her emotional brilliance, slyly conveyed in verse.
Some of these poems have appeared in Anataeus, ABRAXAS, Penumbra, International Poetry Quarterly, Manhattan Poetry Review, Sunbury, West End, Broadway Boogie, Belladonna, Fine Madness, and Triggerfish Critical Review.
