I especially loved the poems where she reflected upon some particular memory of her mother. My favorite is probably "December 7, 1941" where she recounts the story she must have heard told where her mother names her puppet Pearl after listening to the war coverage on the radio. She says her mother
heard the single words like trinkets/to collect, buttons portioned in flowered boxes,/and loved some, their feel on her tongue (3-5).Then, the poem concludes with
Whatever it was, she held to the word/proudly naming her puppet Pearl./Her father, hearing this, slapped her hard (14-16).It comes as such a surprising moment, fitting as the original act most certainly must also have been, and I like the contrast it creates. I didn't love any of the poems; however, the experience was a good one. I suppose I should read Andrew Hudgins' Babylon in a Jar next. It was another Conference on Southern Literature buy, and it will most certainly fit nicely in my purse.
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