This will not be an interesting review. I connected in a very intimate way with Pete Fromm's people Mad and Dalt. It feels personal and that makes meThis will not be an interesting review. I connected in a very intimate way with Pete Fromm's people Mad and Dalt. It feels personal and that makes me want to talk only about myself. Go read it yourself and see if it flies for you.
I resisted this novel at first. I'd heard Pete Fromm read a chapter and I could hear his voice reading from the first lines, when I was wanting to hear Maddy, the point of view character. I thought, well, this won't do. There are sex scenes at the beginning, which I don't often enjoy in fiction. I might have given up. The chapters jump through space and time, one to the next. But like the last book, I liked what I was reading and kept on a few more pages. Reading right to the edge.
And then I fell. I fell hard in love with this love story, and that's what it is, a story about love, about two people who know their own luck and do the best they can, and fall hard for one another every single day for the whole of their lives together.
I imagine there are plenty of plot summaries around, so let me say that it's my own luck when I find two two books to love as dearly as I do this one and the one I read just before (Falling from Horses by Molly Gloss). Maybe the Gloss's book put me in the mood for this one. Maybe the pairs of books I've loved over the years is not so unusual—it's bound to happen that I find two books in a row to love when I read dozens each year. Or maybe I planned it this way, starting a half dozen books, reading to about page ninety, and giving up when I still wasn't in love.
This is no fairytale romance, this is what it's like to build a life between two people. This is passion. This is regret and negotiation and bargaining and despair and carrying on because it matters to love people. It all matters. This is a novel that pays due respect to men and women both, to their willingness to hold on, to recognize what they have and the truth of it. It is reflective of my own experience. It is the sort of novel to show something worth striving for, striving to be. ...more
Marilyn Chin newest poems may have ramped up the power and sting of her earlier work. The poems prod and poke and beat me about the heart. I think theMarilyn Chin newest poems may have ramped up the power and sting of her earlier work. The poems prod and poke and beat me about the heart. I think there is some edge to anger that I have to admire—we are so afraid of intensity, we seem to want everything to be so soft, and we want heroes to tell us how to be and what to care about. I have to admire the intensity of Chin's words. The paradox of purity and anger. "You must be suffering from poetry." What a lovely way to die....more