Reading Heroines, I kept thinking of Jane Tompkins’ essay “Me and My Shadow,” and the relief I felt upon discovering it as a disillusioned student. Tompkins, writing in the late…
Category: Reviews
I begin my review of Jan Zwicky’s sonorous Forge with some echolocations—that is, intertextual bricolaging—with excerpts from texts that intersect with the sonic undulations present in Forge. Zwicky’s work welcomes…
Patrick Lane, quoted on the back of the volume, is “undone” by Emily McGiffin. Undone – interesting to consider this word as a descriptor when the collection’s final poem,…
Nilling is a book about books. It is a book about reading and a book about thinking, because for Lisa Robertson the two cannot be so easily teased apart. And…
Hypotheticals Leigh Kotsilidis, Coach House Books Appropriately, the first poem in Leigh Kotsilidis’ debut poetry collection, Hypotheticals, is “Origins.” Echoing against the book’s epigraph—“In the beginning there was nothing, which…
Although summer has a few more days left on the calendar, the beginning of September marks the beginning of the fall publishing season, with its surfeit of big books, author…
I Burn Paris was written in a climate of uncertainty, nihilism, social and political upheaval, and precipitous change. The Great War had ended, the Bolsheviks were in power, Europe was…
How did I not know about Eileen Myles? An icon, a feminist, oh, a feminist icon? An activist. A New York person, a person of that city, who can’t make…
Embedded in our current moment is the unique opportunity to interrogate the manner in which we conceive of what it means to read. A materiality that was once self-evident –…
Embedded in our current moment is the unique opportunity to interrogate the manner in which we conceive of what it means to read. A materiality that was once self-evident –…
Sachiko Murakami investigates concepts of ownership and belonging through a spare and precise line in her second book of poetry, Rebuild (Talonbooks 2011). Dwelling, home, house, at ease, at rest,…
Kate Greenstreet This Is Why I Hurt You, Lamehouse 2008 Greenstreet’s little chapbook fell out from a pile of books on my desk marked “for review.” It’s a big pile…