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WITHOUT A FIELD GUIDE

A transportive, serenely macabre collection of poems on the afterlife of things.

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Robinson’s debut poetry collection seeks the wisdom of nature in things living and dead.

Nature may be red in tooth and claw, but that doesn’t make it any less appealing to the amateur naturalist. The observant speaker in these poems sees herself in the chaos and precarity of the natural world. As she laments in the title poem, “I am as human as the mother / who birthed me, who left me / a story where I featherstitch wings / to a page without a field guide to identify / who I am or where I’m flying.” Birds—particularly dead birds—litter the pages of this volume. A gull explodes like a pinata after being hit by a truck. A yellow rail has its legs cut off by a mower. “Of course, the death of the bird isn’t the point,” says the poet of the latter. “The point has to be the bird’s life: what it saw, / and who saw it while flying so blessedly damaged” (“Because of Beatitude”). Birds aren’t the book’s only casualties; a dead opossum wriggles with maggots, animate even in death. A washed-up jellyfish brings joy to the poet, who tries to examine it without deflating it. The dead do not give up their ability to converse; indeed, the continued existence of their bodies seems to reveal as many truths about the natural world as creatures still living. The poem “Wing in the Freezer” describes a curio given to the speaker by a hunter friend: the wing of a blue-winged teal. “I’m vegan, / but he knew I had a freezer of berries / and dead birds. The birds are for science. / The berries are for me. I don’t feed the dead, / but last night I spoke with them.” In poem after poem, the speaker asks the reader to help her find meaning in what remains.

The author writes with a sharp eye and a musical ear—she is just as much at home in the narrative as she is in the lyrical. She considers the “Body of the Great Blue Heron,” that most majestic of American wading birds: “Heron’s got a body / of hollow bones. What lives inside that space? / Is that where the soul lives, in whatever cavity / it can find? Is that our soul when we’re alone that thuds / in our chest against the breastbone?”The short lyric “Self-portrait in Fragments” reads like the object labels for a personal museum case: “bluff of bone, / nest of hair, / breath from the buzz of bees — / forest of scars, / drainpipe throat, / manic mess of puberty —” Though most of the poems orient themselves in the animal world, it isn’t difficult to discern the human stories lurking between the lines of grief and trauma, aging and regret. In “Where the Goldfinch,” a teenage girl latches on to a bird’s song in order to transport her out of a distressing situation, learning “to match the rhythm, / to no longer long, to leave the body / and fly to the branches, sing so quietly / the song fades instead of crashes.”

A transportive, serenely macabre collection of poems on the afterlife of things.

Pub Date: May 9, 2023

ISBN: 9780991378098

Page Count: 84

Publisher: Unbound Edition Press

Review Posted Online: June 2, 2023

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THE WEDDING PEOPLE

Uneven but fitfully amusing.

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Betrayed by her husband, a severely depressed young woman gets drawn into the over-the-top festivities at a lavish wedding.

Phoebe Stone, who teaches English literature at a St. Louis college, is plotting her own demise. Her husband, Matt, has left her for another woman, and Phoebe is taking it hard. Indeed, she's determined just where and how she will end it all: at an oceanfront hotel in Newport, where she will lie on a king-sized canopy bed and take a bottle of her cat’s painkillers. At the hotel, Phoebe meets bride-to-be Lila, a headstrong rich girl presiding over her own extravagant six-day wedding celebration. Lila thought she had booked every room in the hotel, and learning of Phoebe's suicidal intentions, she forbids this stray guest from disrupting the nuptials: “No. You definitely can’t kill yourself. This is my wedding week.” After the punchy opening, a grim flashback to the meltdown of Phoebe's marriage temporarily darkens the mood, but things pick up when spoiled Lila interrupts Phoebe's preparations and sweeps her up in the wedding juggernaut. The slide from earnest drama to broad farce is somewhat jarring, but from this point on, Espach crafts an enjoyable—if overstuffed—comedy of manners. When the original maid of honor drops out, Phoebe is persuaded, against her better judgment, to take her place. There’s some fun to be had here: The wedding party—including groom-to-be Gary, a widower, and his 11-year-old daughter—takes surfing lessons; the women in the group have a session with a Sex Woman. But it all goes on too long, and the humor can seem forced, reaching a low point when someone has sex with the vintage wedding car (you don’t want to know the details). Later, when two characters have a meet-cute in a hot tub, readers will guess exactly how the marriage plot resolves.

Uneven but fitfully amusing.

Pub Date: July 30, 2024

ISBN: 9781250899576

Page Count: 384

Publisher: Henry Holt

Review Posted Online: Sept. 13, 2024

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THE MAN WHO LIVED UNDERGROUND

A welcome literary resurrection that deserves a place alongside Wright’s best-known work.

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A falsely accused Black man goes into hiding in this masterful novella by Wright (1908-1960), finally published in full.

Written in 1941 and '42, between Wright’s classics Native Son and Black Boy, this short novel concerns Fred Daniels, a modest laborer who’s arrested by police officers and bullied into signing a false confession that he killed the residents of a house near where he was working. In a brief unsupervised moment, he escapes through a manhole and goes into hiding in a sewer. A series of allegorical, surrealistic set pieces ensues as Fred explores the nether reaches of a church, a real estate firm, and a jewelry store. Each stop is an opportunity for Wright to explore themes of hope, greed, and exploitation; the real estate firm, Wright notes, “collected hundreds of thousands of dollars in rent from poor colored folks.” But Fred’s deepening existential crisis and growing distance from society keep the scenes from feeling like potted commentaries. As he wallpapers his underground warren with cash, mocking and invalidating the currency, he registers a surrealistic but engrossing protest against divisive social norms. The novel, rejected by Wright’s publisher, has only appeared as a substantially truncated short story until now, without the opening setup and with a different ending. Wright's take on racial injustice seems to have unsettled his publisher: A note reveals that an editor found reading about Fred’s treatment by the police “unbearable.” That may explain why Wright, in an essay included here, says its focus on race is “rather muted,” emphasizing broader existential themes. Regardless, as an afterword by Wright’s grandson Malcolm attests, the story now serves as an allegory both of Wright (he moved to France, an “exile beyond the reach of Jim Crow and American bigotry”) and American life. Today, it resonates deeply as a story about race and the struggle to envision a different, better world.

A welcome literary resurrection that deserves a place alongside Wright’s best-known work.

Pub Date: April 20, 2021

ISBN: 978-1-59853-676-8

Page Count: 240

Publisher: Library of America

Review Posted Online: March 16, 2021

Kirkus Reviews Issue: April 1, 2021

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