An aggressively juvenile collection of poems, fiction fragments and assorted doggerel by an Iranian-American physician writing under a pseudonym.
In “The One-Pagers,” a sort of ars poetica that opens the book, “DJ Ass Maggots” writes, “I think of my reader, my audience, as a one-night stand. / No need to develop rapport. No page-turning here. / Just a quick fix, a quick thrust and out.” Later, in “Ditch the Valet,” he warns the reader again: “If you’re reading this, it’s a mistake, / Because I don’t write poems for you. // I write them for me.” Whether the narrator’s unlikability matters to someone who chose DJ Ass Maggots as his nom de plume seems somewhat beside the point. There’s little going on here beyond lazy attempts at button pushing, although DJ Ass Maggots stumbles into the occasional moment that reminds the reader of a Frederick Seidel B-side: “Fuck jazz in the worst way, / Rectally with no Vaseline. // Give me a trance beat six hours straight. / A bottle of E. / Put my tongue in a sling when I’m done.” As with Seidel, there’s potential for the same documentation of American affluence, but while there’s a bourgeois-punk spirit to admire in the piece of flash fiction “I Like Smoking Crack,” there’s little excuse for it all being so dull. “Ethics, Part I,” for example, includes the lines “She was the tortured, ravenous, / Starving red rose. / Sterling indefinite / Unrequited breathless / Panting like breathing,” which is about as provocative as Taylor Swift. In the end, much effort and bodily fluid is expended in getting the reader riled, although the book is most revealing and successful in the amiable prose piece “Iranian Doctor, German Car, American Values,” which manages to condense a hundred pages of ennui and privileged cynicism into a single sentence: “Fortunately, the valet company paid for it.”
A weird, mostly infantile collection of aimless verse, with some moments of brilliance.Pub Date: June 28, 2013
ISBN: 978-0615698335
Page Count: 236
Publisher: Ben\Zandpour
Review Posted Online: Sept. 12, 2013
Review Program: Kirkus Indie
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A debut multigenre collection of short pieces presents vignettes focusing on the lives of African Americans from a variety of perspectives, both real and fanciful.
This eclectic anthology begins with an autobiographical sketch, “P Is for Pride and Perseverance,” in which King traces his early years from his 1979 birth to a 16-year-old mother to his incarceration for attempted robbery and his subsequent determination to do something positive with his life. “Baby Girl” reprises the story of King’s birth from his mother’s point of view, a girl whose teen pregnancy seems predestined by both her grandmother’s clairvoyant dreams and her own limited expectations. Other narratives are linked by shared characters, such as “Posse Up, Ladies First!” and “Thug Angel,” which provide somewhat idealized portraits of street gangs as building blocks of the black community. “Battle Kats” is an SF work about a group of humanoid felines from another planet who work undercover to defend Earth and its alien allies. The central section of the book is occupied by a collection of 21 poems. Some, like “Hold on to Love” and “Away From Home,” focus on romance while others, such as “The Rent Is Too Damn High!” and “Blockstars,” illuminate the experiences of working-class African Americans in inner-city neighborhoods. “Remember Me?” calls up the spirit of LaTasha Harlins, a young black woman shot by a Los Angeles shop owner in the early ’90s, speculating “I wonder what you could have been LaTasha?” King’s efforts to describe his personal struggles and the vibrant characters who populate impoverished black communities are ambitious and dynamic. His prose narratives are too short to feel really complete, but they deliver glimpses into a world mainly familiar to the urban poor, where drug dealing is one of the few available career choices, incarceration is a rite of passage, and street gangs view themselves as community leaders. While the author does have a tendency to romanticize life on the street, as in “Posse Up,” in which a girl gang maintains a strict “code of principles,” his writing presents a vision of what could happen if people worked to “play a part in the improvement of the community.”
A volume of poetry and prose that offers heroic visions of urban African Americans.Pub Date: March 10, 2011
ISBN: 978-1-4568-8093-4
Page Count: 124
Publisher: Xlibris
Review Posted Online: Jan. 6, 2020
Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 15, 2020
Review Program: Kirkus Indie
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Davis recounts the confounding pressures of his 1990s childhood in this debut memoir-in-verse.
When telling the story of your life, one might as well start at the very beginning. That’s exactly what the author does in this memoir, which he describes as “a thing like a very long lie to yourself.” Specifically, he tells of how “The White-Gloved Sheriff / kicked in the door / and / Pulled me” from his mother (whom he calls his “Supervisor”; he later calls her “the Computer Science Major,” “the Waitress,” and other occupational names). Unusually, he had horns and a lot of hair at birth, he says. He was immediately at odds with the people and other living things around him—his parents, his brothers, his family dog. As a toddler, he created an imaginary world for himself known as “FU,” which was “Filled with things that looked like me / And where things made sense / I was King.” His earliest years were characterized by horrible discoveries (school work, isolation, crushes, problems in his parents’ marriage), but his teen years proved to be an even greater series of highs and lows, involving confusion over geopolitical events, friends, computers, pornography, and marijuana. Like a novice who can’t quite figure out the rules of a game, Davis bumbles forward—all horns and fur and misunderstanding—inadvertently angering authority figures as he seeks an adequate method of self-expression. The poem is composed in short, direct lines, enjambed to emphasize particular words or phrases rather than establish a consistent overall rhythm. Davis’ idiolect is inventive in its names for things (siblings are “life partners,” pets are “prisoners,” teachers are “Part-Time Supervisors,” and so on), and his outsider’s observations of society are shrewd and often funny. However, the combination of snark and self-seriousness causes some poems to come off as petulant and cloying; as a result, it’s difficult to imagine anyone over the age of 22 finding the work emotionally affecting. Even so, the tone and style, coupled with debut artist Klimov’s truly engaging black-and-white illustrations should captivate readers of a certain anarchic mindset.
A nihilistic poetic remembrance that will appeal most to older teens and 20-somethings.Pub Date: May 25, 2018
ISBN: 978-1-71806-449-2
Page Count: 143
Publisher: Nada Blank Press
Review Posted Online: Nov. 24, 2018
Review Program: Kirkus Indie
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