“Couplets”…..
….a pair of end-rhythmed lines of verse that are self-contained in grammatical structure and meaning.
I enjoyed this book for what it was… a novel in verse.
It’s divided into four books. Yet I really couldn’t tell the difference in tone, style, or themes between
Book 1, 2, 3, or 4.
I’m sure I missed something more profound—
I mean I enjoyed it — the conversations — thoughts about lust, power, beliefs, modern life — dating, sexing, suffering,… from the context that perhaps poetry represented one woman’s life-force.
This is Maggie Millner’s debut.
It’s a love story of sorts.
Its interesting - a fast read - but I doubt it will leave a lasting impact on me months from now.
Yet… it’s powerfully-skillfully written: admirable and readable….
themes about monogamy, hall passes, queerness, sadness, grief, loneliness, sexuality, desires, fear, guilt, and love.
“And isn’t love itself a type of rhyme? And don’t gender and genre share one route? Maybe I really am a poet, needing as I do from these imperfect sets,
which constitute a self, the lie of sense”.
“I kept making the same ludicrous wish that the things I didn’t like might vanish
of their own accord. Envy. Pimples. Debt.
My stack of griefs. The internet, whose central purpose seemed to be to turn the best parts of humanity—our hungers for belongings, art, and sex— into surveillance logs and payouts for execs. It was both invisible and everywhere like the wealth gap or the ozone layer and foiled any threat of our collectivizing.
Of course, I had no plan to make it better.
And I knew my sneering hauteur was its own repellent, habit: an itchy frock I wore to parties, where I made small talk about book reviews and carbon capture while down below the surface of our banter, I’d feel a sheet of rime steadily start to form between me and my counterpart”.
“Love found me twice, at once. If it never happens again, I’ll still be luckier than the moon. Breathing, typing these lines, texting a friend, checking the time, thinking it wouldn’t always feel like this, but still, sometimes, it was. It is”.
About a 3.7 rating
I liked it. Appreciate it.