SKETCH BOOK REVIEWS: Three Faves
A roundup of great books that didn’t make it into Sketch Book Reviews this year
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...moreFor decades my writing was just for me. Then in the nineties, I discovered communities of queer South Asian artists and activists, radical BIPOC writers. . . . This is when I realized being a writer could be a lifestyle rather than my secret passion.
...moreto be seen is not the same thing as being known
...moreIn which one Samantha interviews another.
...moreThe thing about trauma is that it can split a person right down the middle. And J. was, indeed, bifurcated in this way. That is, she occupied multiple timelines simultaneously.
...moreThe Last Days . . . has nothing much to do with tennis or with Roger Federer, who appears sparingly in these pages . . . [nor is it] “intended to be a comprehensive study of last things, or of lastness generally.”
...moreOn the farm, I understand exactly the degree to which I have come to depend on alcohol, since in the first three weeks I think about it frequently and get worried and even look for it twice in the farmer’s house, and on the fourth week I am less interested, and on the fifth week I do other things.
...moreIf you go to a poetry reading, the aphoristic moments are usually where the audience lets out a collective “hmmm” or “ahhh”—almost before the poet has finished the sentence.
...moreA list from YZ Chin of works in translation
...moreBefore my father killed her, my mother spent her evenings telling me the story of how she came to America. Every night, the way she started was with something new.
...morePoetry for everyone
...moreAn excerpt from The Rumpus Poetry Book Club’s January selection, JUDAS GOAT by Gabrielle Bates forthcoming from Tin House Books on January 24, 2023
...moreI think people want more unstressed time with their kids. I think so much of the time we are spending with our kids we are exhausted, and we have all this other stuff on our minds that’s mentally draining, physically draining. But the answer is not always more childcare.
...moreWe inhale when we’re born, then breathe and breathe and breathe until one day we exhale our final breath.
...more“If you really want to look at someone, then your only option is to look at yourself, squarely and deeply.”
...moreI used my fingers on the neighbor and he liked it.
...moreI developed two books. One I called “The Gay Book,” and one I called “The North Dakota Book.” Well, those are the same book, as you can imagine.
...moreD— was dreamy in the precise manner of Neil Young circa 1974. Long, dark hair; green eyes; great butt; nice smile. He was sweet, funny, just tall enough. Wore a felt hat with a hatband he’d beaded himself, and a feather. Drove a forty-year-old turquoise-and-white Ford pickup with a broom and shovel in the gun […]
...moreThere is a hyper self-awareness in all my work that acknowledges—teases itself, maybe—what it is addressing and from what entry point. I once modeled in a campaign for socks I designed for a skate label and on the box there was a small excerpt from one of my books.
...moreThe poet goes to the supermarket for peanut butter. The poet cleans the toilet. The poet responds to emails.
...moreIn In Sensorium . . . Tanaïs inhabits their pain fully and seeks new ways to describe and transcend it through scent, rather than just words.
...moreMy favorite was usually the smallest, the most alive.
...moreThat giant “unknown” that we’re hurtling towards is so vast. One day we’ll be torn apart by it.
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...moreI’m getting too close to the poems, but Tierney’s collection demands a closeness.
...moreI believe that we wield whimsy to gain the malleability to adjust to the harshness of the human condition, and this is especially true when you live in war torn countries.
...morea portrait of the American tendency to keep the suffering of others at arm’s length as if misfortune were contagious, or to ruthlessly eliminate it entirely
...moreBefore I understood that I was a girl, I understood that I was a body.
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