Commentary

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on American Bastard, a memoir by Jan Beatty

“Research shows that the separation of infants from their biological mothers can cause changes in brain chemistry and a failure to thrive. Babies born in hospitals are no longer separated from their mothers as they were in the 20th century when doctors viewed infants as blank slates who had no attachments or emotional vulnerabilities.”

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on Everything and Less: The Novel in the Age of Amazon by Mark McGurl

“Because Amazon is concerned about customer satisfaction first and foremost, the company has reframed the novel as, McGurl writes, ‘an existential scaling device, a tool for adjusting our emotional states toward the desired end of happiness, however complex or simple a state it might be.'”

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“Robert Desnos in the Desert”

“This is impossible, but Desnos is standing on the Mexican side of the Stanton Street Bridge, facing downtown El Paso. He is waiting for me to close the distance from one side of the international border to the other.”

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“Æ, the Letter Ash”

“The æsc (ash) tree was felled for spear handles, tablets, charcoal, bedframes, wagon wheels, oars — perhaps this is why the author of the Old English “Rune Poem” in the eighth century observes that the æsc is precious, although many men attack it.

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on Hao: Stories by Ye Chun

“The new book deepens especially into the terrain of mothers and their offspring, and into the challenges of protecting and nurturing children in circumstances imperiled by abandonment, racism, poverty and violence.”

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on The Monster I Am Today: Leontyne Price and a Life in Verse by Kevin Simmonds

“Simmonds looked to Price for inspiration since she had already broken the race barrier. He also clung to the wisdom of his early singing teachers, who were Black and had cautioned him, ‘Don’t let them change your voice. It’s a naturally dark sound. Like Price.'”

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on “Poems Not Written” — a recurring feature On The Seawall

“A poet’s job, if we can call it a job, is not to be a stenographer, recording in blunt shorthand terrible moments … so culpability might be determined. A poet’s job is to remind us of the networks along which feeling — traumatic and otherwise — travels and oftentimes warps: cellular, familial, temporal, sociocultural, historical.”

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on Gallery of Clouds, hybrid nonfiction by Rachel Eisendrath

“Fiction ‘never lieth,’ Sidney wrote, because it never presumed to tell the truth. Yet we crave the fiction that fiction promises. If we can’t wholly inhabit fiction, Eisendrath asks, how do we live with it?”

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“The Mariner” and “Mauve”: from Plastic: An Autobiography 

“He underestimated desire, the frenzy of passion for the glittering Empress in her cage of color. Perkin had found the first product with global demand to be made from coal tar. His discovery opened the way for drugs, fertilizers, and plastic …”