Jean Rivard - University of British Columbia
Jean Rivard - University of British Columbia
Jean Rivard - University of British Columbia
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Books in Review<br />
ble <strong>of</strong> shocking when the power is not<br />
undermined by the tic <strong>of</strong> language-centred<br />
poetics. The most memorable poems in the<br />
book are the peripheral dramas: "the<br />
Shirley Temple Man" is truly scary, partly<br />
because it is plainly told. The intertwined<br />
stories <strong>of</strong> most <strong>of</strong> the women in the book<br />
are obscured by lack <strong>of</strong> narrative or drama,<br />
even though this seems to be the point, that<br />
action is unspeakable or that language is<br />
incapable. Yet when Rees attempts to capture<br />
experience, she is able to make us gasp:<br />
the time you wanted to kiss the boy<br />
called you More Ass and Tits ran his bike<br />
into the Elbow river down by the<br />
horse barns,<br />
put him in a headlock,<br />
dunked his whole head and body,<br />
kissed him on the mouth when he<br />
came up for<br />
This is a lovely use <strong>of</strong> white space and<br />
breathlessness. Fortunately there are several<br />
moments like this in Rees's book.<br />
In Habit <strong>of</strong> Blues, Fitzgerald, the author<br />
and editor <strong>of</strong> more than fourteen books <strong>of</strong><br />
poetry, is concerned with the state <strong>of</strong> contemporary<br />
language, at least partly because<br />
this book is an elegy to a novelist, Juan<br />
Butler, who committed suicide. Fitzgerald<br />
writes in a condition <strong>of</strong> paradox—"Do the<br />
unforgettable and forget." She says in<br />
"indigo" that "Derrida crushes the right<br />
hand," indicating that Fitzgerald fears the<br />
damage that theory can do to literature.<br />
She seems resentful <strong>of</strong> post-modern writing<br />
that is <strong>of</strong>ten an exercise in frustration and<br />
failure. She claims that "I find my self/fracture,<br />
splintered," and that stories are "not<br />
story enough to fix facts in sequential /<br />
relief." Yet her poetry, while it complains<br />
about theory, uses every banal deconstructionist<br />
technique she can find:<br />
... He ...<br />
reaches through sill and sash<br />
(ill and ash) to untie logical progressions<br />
Surely a good reader can catch the buried<br />
sound <strong>of</strong> "ill" and "ash" in this poem about<br />
death. Fitzgerald's worst habit, though, is<br />
poor writing. She uses pastiche and allusion,<br />
from pop songs to proverbs to<br />
Dickinson, Rich, and Yeats, but the result is<br />
hackneyed: "A rebel without applause"<br />
"learned to read between the lines / <strong>of</strong> the<br />
writing on the wall." She relies too heavily<br />
on strings <strong>of</strong> modifiers. Her language is<br />
<strong>of</strong>ten tediously abstract:<br />
Tried to remain in American arms.<br />
Resisted<br />
the clandestine movement, the precious<br />
denial<br />
<strong>of</strong> the irrational, the incapable heart<br />
supine,<br />
relinquished only in self-extirpation.<br />
The ear is dead here. Yet Fitzgerald CAN do<br />
the old-fashioned show-don't-tell stuff:<br />
"Wish I could kick you out <strong>of</strong> my brain" or<br />
"I want you, a celebration in my hands, /<br />
somersaulting sense." She seems to have<br />
drowned her concrete and lyrical abilities<br />
in poorly edited ramblings. One poem does<br />
work well as fragment and fear—"arillion," a<br />
complexly structured poem that works with<br />
layering and anger and horror. The poem<br />
acts out a real analysis <strong>of</strong> post-modern language<br />
and its origins in violence and loss.<br />
Su Croll won the third Kalamalka New<br />
Writers competition with Worlda Mirth,<br />
her first collection. Originally and ironically,<br />
Croll examines our impulse to voyeurism<br />
and she questions whether our seeing is<br />
motivated by titillation or by a search for<br />
understanding. This collection is about a<br />
woman who has a strange affair with two<br />
dwarves, Jocko and Napoleon and about<br />
carnivals which become elaborate metaphors<br />
for women's sexuality and sexual desire:<br />
wishing for more flesh more openings<br />
more free tickets to the inside<br />
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