An offbeat work that embraces the poetic possibilities of dark, erotic fiction.
The story of a woman’s sexually exciting and dangerous connection with a dominating man, told entirely in free verse.
Evangeline feels as if she’s a secondary character in her own life. Her prudish, no-nonsense boyfriend, Jesse, has their lives planned out, including her giving up her publishing job to have his children. His sister, June, is also her best friend; she’s loving but dismissive, engrossed in her own plans to wed a brilliant artist and demanding Evangeline’s presence and service at the drop of a hat. Then Evangeline catches the attention of handsome and notorious Landon Kelly at a show at his art gallery, and she’s enthralled by his commanding personality when it focuses on her. They have a passionate affair, but it becomes clear that behind Landon’s playful exterior is something cruel and even violent. However, she’s addicted to his attention and emotionally unable to turn to Jesse or June for help. As the relationship threatens her living situation and career, Evangeline must look within to save herself. At first blush, Danvers’ debut may seem like yet another Fifty Shades of Grey clone, but its approach is intriguingly unusual, as it tells its popular yet familiar story entirely in free verse. This stylistic choice brings out the steamy passion and charged eroticism of Evangeline and Landon’s problematic relationship even as it becomes unhealthy. The downside to this poetic presentation is that moments of exposition, such as an early section about Jesse’s job, stand in stark contrast to erotic or emotional scenes. Although the book does a good job of capturing raw sensuality, it also impressively focuses on just how torturous a relationship can be—as when Evangeline waits for a text message (“For nearly another week / I wait / and wait / and wait /… / The realization dawns on me / I’ll never be good enough”), struggles with guilt, or simply wrestles with the desire to finally tell Landon “no.”
An offbeat work that embraces the poetic possibilities of dark, erotic fiction.Pub Date: Dec. 29, 2018
ISBN: 978-1-79270-246-4
Page Count: 229
Publisher: Self
Review Posted Online: Jan. 20, 2020
Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 2020
Review Program: Kirkus Indie
An odd, nostalgic compilation, but a few poems about hospital patients see keenly into the condition of the individual body...
Wandzilak’s debut poetry collection spans a lifetime, musing on place, change, and mortality in light, occasional verse.
Built in the 1950s, the real-life East Deck Motel in Montauk, New York, was a mecca for beachgoers, surfers, and tourists of all stripes. But in 2015, its future was uncertain. In a sense, some of these poems, set at the motel, read as elegies—nostalgic celebrations of the seashore’s many moods. The title poem’s speaker reminisces about a night of love in the dunes, away from the crowd, and it’s gloomy with foreboding: “I could barely tell land from sea / I knew where I was, but not exactly.” With the lover’s “cold hand” in his, the speaker glimpses “the heart of a tear.” Other poems cast an eye over cultural high points, as in the longish poem “A Partial Autobiography.” The short, free-verse lines begin with oddity (“I was born with a remnant third nipple / I did not know what that meant for me”) but smooth out to more familiar touchstones: “I saw Yul Brynner play The King and I…. // I have seen the unicorns at the Cloisters //….I caught a wahoo in Turks and Caicos.” The oddity gathers and increases, however, in another cultural-event poem, this time on the occasion of seeing famed cellist Yo-Yo Ma in concert in 2013. The lilting cadence of “I ate elk with a runcible spoon!” proceeds to a playful but peculiar after-concert meal: “Later we fed Mr. Ma toasted farro / As he proceeded to eat my bone marrow!” Whimsy is one thing, but word-pairing for the sake of rhyme is another, as in this quatrain: “I have delivered fourteen lives / Each followed by fourteen placentas / Therein, I found elation upon this earth, / Unequaled to a dinner of lobster polenta.” The poet’s background as a surgeon also appears with a poetic nod to delivering bad news; in it, the narrator glances daily into a nearby cemetery, where a patient will soon be buried. A compilation of similarly medical-themed poems would be truly select.
An odd, nostalgic compilation, but a few poems about hospital patients see keenly into the condition of the individual body and soul.Pub Date: April 5, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-5144-6727-5
Page Count: 54
Publisher: Xlibris
Review Posted Online: July 28, 2016
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Sept. 1, 2016
Review Program: Kirkus Indie
An ambitious collection—which asks the world to stop its destructive ways and recognize the importance of Africans—that...
A narrator rails against racism and ignorance in this debut poetry volume.
Celly’s book contains hundreds of poems, most of them quite short, that describe a man who is living in a universe full of unenlightened individuals who cause destruction because of their lack of knowledge. In particular, they do not appreciate the contributions of people of African descent and confound the narrator with their bigotry, murderous ways, and inability to become edified. Nevertheless, he is self-assured and encourages others to follow him. “I am the maestro without the orchestra,” he writes in the volume’s opening poem, “A Maestro,” but notes that humans won’t have the privilege of discerning what’s in his mind “until they stop killing each other.” As the many poems in the volume progress, he begins to refer to himself as “The Negus,” an African emperor or king. He has the “noble blood of the Kongo Kingdom” in “Legendary Blood,” descended from warriors, geniuses, and visionaries. The tone of the poems overall seeks to be high-minded, with references to The Prince by Machiavelli and the French Revolution. There is also a call to emulate African rhythms, such as the Congolese rumba or the songs of Bob Marley, in “It Must Rhyme and Flow.” A mysterious “they” is often mentioned, though it is unclear if this is a reference to Western society, racists, or uneducated people. Yet the narrator, who has a commanding presence, does describe an overall war on Africa and encourages Africans to rise up. Moreover, he transcends race and the color barrier and desires something mystical. “I am not a Negro. I am renegade. I am the Negus straight from heaven,” he writes in “Defined by Color Only Not So Fast!” Celly’s expansive volume, which aspires to thoughtful and strong lines about humanity and its failings, is not hostile but uses grandiose language to ponder and decree. While there are hundreds of poems, many are quite vague and are just one line or a short paragraph. The work is not entirely an exercise in self-aggrandizement, but the collection’s message can get lost amid the numerous ambiguities and repeated proclamations.
An ambitious collection—which asks the world to stop its destructive ways and recognize the importance of Africans—that remains hampered by nebulous and unspecified pronouncements.Pub Date: July 12, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-68319-824-6
Page Count: 262
Publisher: Tate Publishing
Review Posted Online: Aug. 25, 2016
Review Program: Kirkus Indie
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