The second collection by the editor of the Apalachee Review is a prizewinner like the first: Delirium (1994) won the Vassar Miller award, and now this ample new volume has been selected for NYU’s annual prize. Everything about it is excessive: the lines run on, the poems race all over the place, the sensibility embraces all things, and there are just too many poems. Actually, there’s lots of poetry here, but few distinctly individual poems; Hamby seldom varies her expressive style, which, at its best, results in energetic, jazzy rhythms, a “bebop/babble,” that, however, the writer fails to sustain throughout this exhausting book. The greater the risks she takes, the greater her flops: “With Sonya,” a poem about movie-going, digresses on Roman Polanski (“he shouldn’t fuck thirteen-year-old girls”), and poems addressing world-historical events unintentionally recall Mel Brooks, especially the tasteless “Springtime for Hitler” bit in “Reichsführer Blues,” a way-too casual and self-assured poem about the Holocaust and human disaster: “Heave ho, heave ho, it’s off to bake you go…” Hamby piles on nouns and adjectives with no concern for synonymy: her logorrheic effusions and her “rhumba/with the infinite” find her ranting and raving, often about her own neuroses. The dullest poems simply celebrate the poet’s husband: him sleeping beside her (“Beriberi”); her hugging “Mr. Pillow” when he’s away; him among beautiful students (“The Dream of the Red Drink”); him as samurai and warlord (“Irony Waltz”), and so on. A mid-section of poems is arranged somewhat pointlessly as an abcedarium, and 13 Italian odes only show off the writer’s limited foreign vocabulary.
Pub Date: May 1, 1999
ISBN: 0-8147-3597-5
Page Count: 108
Publisher: New York Univ.
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: June 15, 1999
The phrase “tour de force” could have been invented for this audacious novel.
Four men who meet as college roommates move to New York and spend the next three decades gaining renown in their professions—as an architect, painter, actor and lawyer—and struggling with demons in their intertwined personal lives.
Yanagihara (The People in the Trees, 2013) takes the still-bold leap of writing about characters who don’t share her background; in addition to being male, JB is African-American, Malcolm has a black father and white mother, Willem is white, and “Jude’s race was undetermined”—deserted at birth, he was raised in a monastery and had an unspeakably traumatic childhood that’s revealed slowly over the course of the book. Two of them are gay, one straight and one bisexual. There isn’t a single significant female character, and for a long novel, there isn’t much plot. There aren’t even many markers of what’s happening in the outside world; Jude moves to a loft in SoHo as a young man, but we don’t see the neighborhood change from gritty artists’ enclave to glitzy tourist destination. What we get instead is an intensely interior look at the friends’ psyches and relationships, and it’s utterly enthralling. The four men think about work and creativity and success and failure; they cook for each other, compete with each other and jostle for each other’s affection. JB bases his entire artistic career on painting portraits of his friends, while Malcolm takes care of them by designing their apartments and houses. When Jude, as an adult, is adopted by his favorite Harvard law professor, his friends join him for Thanksgiving in Cambridge every year. And when Willem becomes a movie star, they all bask in his glow. Eventually, the tone darkens and the story narrows to focus on Jude as the pain of his past cuts deep into his carefully constructed life.
The phrase “tour de force” could have been invented for this audacious novel.Pub Date: March 10, 2015
ISBN: 978-0-385-53925-8
Page Count: 720
Publisher: Doubleday
Review Posted Online: Dec. 21, 2014
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 1, 2015
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Heartfelt, yes, but pretty routine.
Life lessons.
Angie Malone, the youngest of a big, warm Italian-American family, returns to her Pacific Northwest hometown to wrestle with various midlife disappointments: her divorce, Papa’s death, a downturn in business at the family restaurant, and, above all, her childlessness. After several miscarriages, she, a successful ad exec, and husband Conlan, a reporter, befriended a pregnant young girl and planned to adopt her baby—and then the birth mother changed her mind. Angie and Conlan drifted apart and soon found they just didn’t love each other anymore. Metaphorically speaking, “her need for a child had been a high tide, an overwhelming force that drowned them. A year ago, she could have kicked to the surface but not now.” Sadder but wiser, Angie goes to work in the struggling family restaurant, bickering with Mama over updating the menu and replacing the ancient waitress. Soon, Angie befriends another young girl, Lauren Ribido, who’s eager to learn and desperately needs a job. Lauren’s family lives on the wrong side of the tracks, and her mother is a promiscuous alcoholic, but Angie knows nothing of this sad story and welcomes Lauren into the DeSaria family circle. The girl listens in, wide-eyed, as the sisters argue and make wisecracks and—gee-whiz—are actually nice to each other. Nothing at all like her relationship with her sluttish mother, who throws Lauren out when boyfriend David, en route to Stanford, gets her pregnant. Will Lauren, who’s just been accepted to USC, let Angie adopt her baby? Well, a bit of a twist at the end keeps things from becoming too predictable.
Heartfelt, yes, but pretty routine.Pub Date: July 1, 2004
ISBN: 0-345-46750-7
Page Count: 400
Publisher: Ballantine
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: May 15, 2004
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