Reviews

Instructions for the Lovers – Dawn Lundy Martin

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In this summer of institutionally sanctioned murder, the poet wakes each morning to “a fireheart grief” and drinks her coffee “into the griefmouth.”

About Ed – Robert Glück

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For all its formal intricacies [About Ed] never comes across as an act of literary showmanship. Instead, it reorients a narrative genre that too often hinges upon the irreducibility of its subject to face outward, toward the social formations that shape us.

Generation Loss – Elizabeth Hand

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It was true in 1959, it was true in 2007, and it is true in 2024 that a woman is considered upsetting when she can’t roll with the world. Hand’s Cass Neary distinguishes herself from Jackson’s tradition by intentionally refusing to aspire to a mainstream life and surviving anyway. 

Ten – Juan Emar

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In [Juan Emar’s] work . . . we can discover the possibilities of a literature that both resists and reconciles the European tradition with the rest of the world. It is in writers like Emar that we can find what Goethe called a Weltliteratur—a World Literature–and a Latin American tradition which . . . has vigorously and defiantly come back to life.

Phantom Pain Wings – Kim Hyesoon

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If loss is a small hammer veining an otherwise intact shell, then grief is what shatters that shell into pieces in Kim Hyesoon’s complex collection PHANTOM PAIN WINGS.

Montreal Standard Time: The Early Journalism of Mavis Gallant

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A self-effacing stylist, Canadian but not, an expat in Paris decades after Stein and her lot, after even Baldwin, impossible to categorize. Who is she, really? A writer very much her own.

Prairie Edge – Conor Kerr

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A member of the Métis Nation and an Edmonton resident, Kerr . . . highlight[s] what happens when activism does not move the needle in the intended direction.

Holy Winter 20/21 — Maria Stepanova

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Stepanova’s collection is deeply ambivalent about the role of historical rhymes

Life Span – Molly Giles

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[Giles] feels like she is the bridge: stuck, supporting everyone else in her life, carrying a weight she can’t quite pinpoint.

Cigarettes Until Tomorrow: Romanian Poetry

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It is normal to mourn a dying planet, it is common to feel isolated and embittered in this new era, but the true loss would be to accept such disaffection, to not fight for a better tomorrow.