Saturday, January 6, 2024

A poem for our times

For Kenneth and Miriam Patchen 
Al Young

Here 
I am cutting you 
these fresh healthy flowers 
from my sick bed 
where I toss with nickel illuminations. 
Time is a fever 
that burns in the pores 
consuming everything the mind creates. 
I send you 
this cool arrangement of dream blossoms 
these tender stems & shiny leaves 
while I shiver 
& detect in your own eyes 
of gentle remove 
a similar disgust with what has come 
to our fat cancerous land 
of the sensual circus 
& the disembodied broadcast wave, 
swallowing in sorrow 
to hear the old hatred 
& uncover selfishness 
rumbling back up from the bosoms of men 
out into the good open air. 
May these new flowers 
from the forest of my heart 
bring you a breath of the joy 
men must believe they are going to recover 
by moving again & again 
against one another. 

From The Place That Inhabits Us: Poems of the San Francisco Bay Watershed (Sixteen Rivers Press 2010)

Reading roundup

Happy New Year! 

Chain-Gang All-Stars
Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah

A thrilling read from start to finish, this near-future dystopia is Hunger Games for grown-ups, with plenty of racial justice politics thrown in. The plot, in which the masses of incarcerated are invited to participate in gladiatorial battles to the death for the slavering live and video mass audience, seems close enough to reality that it does not really shock. And presumably that is Adjei-Brenyah's point. The main characters are appealing and well-drawn, even if some of the parallel plots are underdeveloped. Occasional informational footnotes are well intended but seem gratuitous to me. 

I can't say I thought the novel was good enough to make the NYT Top 10 list, which it did, but then again I have not read much of the competition, so perhaps I should withhold judgment. The ending is satisfying and abrupt, and leaves enough hanging that a sequel seems inevitable... perhaps after a movie adaptation, which would probably be a blockbuster and would render its viewers as complicitous in the spectacle and the atrocity as the book does its readers.

Every Day is Mother's Day
Hilary Mantel

This was Mantel's first novel– a nasty piece of dark comedy, in the mode of Muriel Spark. Indeed, one of the main characters is a mentally challenged young woman named Muriel, perhaps in homage. Mantel was already very good, but not yet at the top of her game compared with triumphs like Fludd, let alone the Wolf Hall trilogy. Read this one when you are in the mood for some misanthropy.  

The New Animals
Pip Adam

Set in the fashion scene of Auckland, NZ, The New Animals meanders through a few hours in the lives of its not very interesting characters before taking a rather bizarre and unexpected turn in its last quarter. I'm not sure what to make of it, but I am pretty certain that I will not re-read it to figure it out. Your mileage may vary!