March 03, 2009


I finally am getting around to Susan Barnes Earthquake which I picked up because of Jordan's review last year, and it's as wonderful as he said it is. It is a poem but also a memoir. Not linear but not lacking because of that, just loose memory snaking around the idea of an innocent narrative. It's very "real", Barnes language makes it real, except for that she keeps telling stories where she falls asleep while she is playing, or like, hanging out in a canoe and next thing you know, she's waking up. Which doesn't happen when you are a kid, unless you are maybe 11 months old. When you are a kid, you must be coaxed into and assigned sleep. Sleep is the enemy of all children.

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