Anticipating the release next week of the fifteenth issue of Touch the Donkey (a small poetry journal), why not check out the interviews that have appeared over the past few weeks with contributors to the fourteenth issue: David James Miller, Jonathan Ball, Cody-Rose Clevidence, mwpm, Andrew McEwan and Brynne Rebele-Henry.
Interviews with contributors to the first thirteen issues, as well, remain online, including: Joseph Mosconi, Douglas Barbour and Sheila Murphy, Oliver Cusimano, Sue Landers, Marthe Reed, Colin Smith, Nathaniel G. Moore, David Buuck, Kate Greenstreet, Kate Hargreaves, Shazia Hafiz Ramji, Erín Moure, Sarah Swan, Buck Downs, Kemeny Babineau, Ryan Murphy, Norma Cole, Lea Graham, kevin mcpherson eckhoff, Oana Avasilichioaei, Meredith Quartermain, Amanda Earl, Luke Kennard, Shane Rhodes, Renée Sarojini Saklikar, Sarah Cook, François Turcot, Gregory Betts, Eric Schmaltz, Paul Zits, Laura Sims, Stephen Collis, Mary Kasimor, Billy Mavreas, damian lopes, Pete Smith, Sonnet L’Abbé, Katie L. Price, a rawlings, Suzanne Zelazo, Helen Hajnoczky, Kathryn MacLeod, Shannon Maguire, Sarah Mangold, Amish Trivedi, Lola Lemire Tostevin, Aaron Tucker, Kayla Czaga, Jason Christie, Jennifer Kronovet, Jordan Abel, Deborah Poe, Edward Smallfield, ryan fitzpatrick, Elizabeth Robinson, nathan dueck, Paige Taggart, Christine McNair, Stan Rogal, Jessica Smith, Nikki Sheppy, Kirsten Kaschock, Lise Downe, Lisa Jarnot, Chris Turnbull, Gary Barwin, Susan Briante, derek beaulieu, Megan Kaminski, Roland Prevost, Emily Ursuliak, j/j hastain, Catherine Wagner, Susanne Dyckman, Susan Holbrook, Julie Carr, David Peter Clark, Pearl Pirie, Eric Baus, Pattie McCarthy, Camille Martin and Gil McElroy.
The forthcoming fifteenth issue features new writing by: Colin Smith, Michael e. Casteels, Harold Abramowitz, Christine Stewart, Cindy Savett, Jean Valentine, rob mclennan, Marilyn Irwin and Tessy Ward.
And of course, copies of the first fourteen issues are still very much available. Why not subscribe?
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Sunday, October 08, 2017
Wednesday, June 21, 2017
My writing day : Tuesday, June 20, 2017
Given I did one of these a year or so ago, I thought it might be interesting to see what may have changed in the interim. Or remained the same. Might it all be the same? 8:08am: everyone wakes late. By at least ten or fifteen minutes.
Around
5am, Rose complained for her mother, loudly, so she and I switched places, leaving her in the
master bedroom with Christine and Aoife. I slept in Rose’s room, sans clock. I finally
woke, wondering the time. Panicked. Woke everyone else.
8:12am:
Ablutions. Coffee. Prepare oatmeal for preschooler as baby rouses. Turn on Ane Brun. Set both children down for breakfast. Check email. Christine prepares for
work.
8:17am:
Prepare lunch for preschooler. Pack towel, extra clothes. Today Rose in a swimsuit,
as her preschool has ‘water days’ today (the day prior, also). Sprinkler, water
table, etcetera. It meant, at least for yesterday, she returned home in soaking
wet sandals covered in sand (but she had fun).
8:20am:
collect newspaper from the front porch. Set it aside until tomorrow (there is
no time for it this morning). Rose requests a second bowl of oatmeal.
Send
out weekly mass email for the “Tuesday poem” series I curate over at the dusie
blog [see link here to sign up for such]; this week: Sarah Cook (author of an above/ground press title announced last week). Field three emails from
exhibitors for this Saturday’s semi-annual ottawa small press book fair.
8:31am:
daily blog post posts. I change and dress the baby. Slip a dress over Rose’s
swimsuit.
Christine
nurses baby and brushes preschooler’s hair, covers her in sunscreen.
8:45am:
leave for preschool with both children (Christine leaves a few minutes after we
do). Rose has been at preschool five mornings a week for the full year, with
the Tuesday and Thursday mornings extended to full days on February first.
Given she begins junior kindergarten this fall, we worried about her being one
of the younger kids in the class (she turns four in later November). At least
this way, she gets used to full days in a familiar environment, and gets a
little bit of French in the afternoons. The teachers keep telling me that she
is completely ready for school.
Preschool:
which actually ends next Tuesday, making this her last full week. I’ve already
a local teenager I’m bringing in as ‘mother’s helper’ two mornings a week to
watch both girls so I can sit at my desk, otherwise I would get nothing at all
done.
I
don’t need much, but I have to get something.
9:10am:
land in basement with baby. Already I know she won’t nap at her usual time
(9:45 or so). Which is fine, given Rose in a full-day preschool.
Read
Aoife some stories. Attempt to answer some outstanding emails as she plays on the floor.
10:13am:
random phone call from my father. Apparently an older woman named Carol called
him this morning, insisting we were related somewhere along the McLennan
genealogy. He had no idea, and seemed not convinced, but passed her name and
email along to me so I could check my files. I’m not convinced either, given I’ve
never heard the name, and we aren’t really related to anyone (in six or seven
generations, we’ve many who didn’t have kids or simply vanished). But I’m
curious to see if I can figure out where she connects. I’ve a 350+ page
document I’ve been constructing since the early 1990s of McLennan/MacLennan
genealogies throughout Stormont and Glengarry Counties with some forty or more
unrelated/unconnected (so far) families.
Honestly,
given she apparently told my father that her family came from Scotland around
1800, that wouldn’t be us. We were far closer to 1840.
10:30am:
begin to attempt baby down for her nap.
10:49am:
refresh coffee, and move myself and laptop from basement to desk. Hit “refresh”
on the same Tycho album I’ve been listening to for months.
Carol
is nowhere to be found in the genealogy file I’ve built, so I send her an email
for further information. I’m almost certain she isn’t one of ours, but I’m
wondering if I might be able to connect her to one of the other families, at
least.
Since
Christine returned to work in mid-April, I’ve been focusing my writing time on
short poems and reviews, awaiting the fall to return to longer prose. I haven’t
worked on short fiction in a few months, and would also like to be able to
return to that larger novel I set aside a few years ago, for the sake of
completing a possible draft of my short story manuscript, “On Beauty,” as well
as my post-mother creative non-fiction title, “The Last Good Year.” Given both
those manuscripts are now floating around the ether as submissions, I would
really like to return to “Don Quixote” [see my 2010 essay on such posted at Rain Taxi here]. Oh, to be able to finish that, if only to see what might come next...
While
I think some of the short poems I’ve been working on lately are quite strong,
there is something about fiction that feels like an entirely new set of
possibilities for my work. I should be writing more fiction. I’ve had the
feeling the past few years that prose is really where I should be focusing my
attention, but such is near-impossible while I’ve such small windows of time
and attention with which to work. I need something longer, more sustained.
Until
then, I’ve nearly one hundred short prose poems in the manuscript “the book of smaller,” begun back in December. I’ll keep adding to the file as new poems
complete, perhaps see where it is as a whole later in the fall. Unlike most of
my poetry collections, I’m composing with no sense of order or sections, but
simply adding finished poems as they complete (I’ve some twenty or thirty
pieces in various states of incomplete, most of which might never be). Once the
manuscript is “completed,” I’ll worry about removing the weaker pieces, and
re-ordering, much in the same way I composed my short story collection, The Uncertainty Principle (Chaudiere
Books, 2014). I am deliberately not being in a hurry with such. I write when I can; short, single stanza collages.
I
accept poems by Marilyn Irwin and Sean Braune for upcoming issues of Touch the Donkey. I send a first
interview question off to Suzanne Wise for same.
I
return to a short piece I’ve been working on for Ottawa Magazine, on being a writer home full-time with small
children, and how I manage to juggle writing and children (short answer: poorly
and breathlessly and constantly). After feedback from the editor yesterday afternoon,
I finally manage to return to the piece, tweak it a bit, and send off another
draft.
I
poke at design for forthcoming above/ground press chapbooks by Sarah Dowling, Stephanie
Bolster, Buck Downs and Valerie Coulton. Field a couple of author emails.
Yesterday
I poked at a review of the new Gary Barwin poetry title, and managed about a
half hour’s worth of flipping through poetry books in the backyard, as the
children played, but don’t manage to get anywhere near reviewing today.
11:52am:
baby wakes. We lunch. I empty, refill and start dishwasher.
I
package up the two loaves of banana bread Rose assisted with yesterday, for
eventual distribution. Perhaps I’ll give one to jwcurry at the reading on Friday.
Since I can’t support him financially in the way I would like, I can at least
offer him some of my homemade banana bread. He seems both enthusiastically
appreciative of my baking, and always, just a wee bit, confused that I keep
handing him loaves of bread, so, really: it’s win-win.
Pull
loaf of brown bread from the downstairs freezer. Clean cat barf discovered in
sunroom.
Clean
counter. Wonder what the hell dinner is going to be.
Roused
by a thumping, I discover a City of Ottawa crew slowly creeping north along
Alta Vista; I have no idea why. I see the pile of detritus left at our curb by
yesterday’s hedge trimmers has started to blow across our front yard. Nice.
Check
the many gendered mothers email
account; nothing new. I retweet a few items from the mgm twitter account.
12:27pm:
clean and change baby, including her outfit (covered in strawberry stains). Put
away clean cloth diapers Christine re-assembled. Head back downstairs with
baby, laptop.
We
play quietly. Read through a Richard Scarry picture book. She plays the drum.
This
morning was last night’s The Daily Show
and Late Night with Seth Meyers (his “a
closer look” segments really are spectacular), and now we enter last night’s Late Show with Stephen Colbert. The Late Late Show. Conan.
1:23pm:
upstairs, Aoife gets a cookie and we collect the mail. Some very cool new books
by Katy Lederer (I’m doing a chapbook of hers soon), Daniel Handler (I realized
a couple of months ago that he was an above/ground press subscriber circa 2008)
and Tom Stern, as well as a couple of copies of her first book that Brynne
Rebele-Henry was kind enough to donate to our eventual many gendered mothers fundraiser.
Aoife
has been a bit clingier the past few days, sitting up with me more than usual. For
a while she was grumpy, and almost seemed tired, but she refuses to settle into a nap (if that’s even what
she needs). She cranks, cranks, cranks. She sits up beside me on the couch for most of our time downstairs.
2:36pm:
head upstairs again, to use main bathroom (easier to contain baby in such than
in downstairs bathroom) and notice all of our hedge-refuse at the curb is gone
now. Weird.
Aoife
seems pleased with the introduction of two Arrowroot cookies. We start another
episode of Colbert, from last week.
2:57pm:
Christine emails, asking for the girls’ social insurance numbers for some
reason.
I
change the baby’s wet diaper and I change my shirts, covered in Aoife’s
cookie-goo.
3:17pm:
we leave to collect Rose from preschool. I take the ‘running stroller’ for the
sake of a quick post-pickup grocery run. We’re caught in the rain, but only
briefly. Rose stops to pick some flowers.
4:23pm:
land home. Fold and put away the stroller. Downstairs, I settle the children to
snack on goldfish and blueberries. I put away groceries.
Sean
Braune sends his bio for Touch the Donkey
and says yes to an interview. I send him the first question.
Carol
responds, but with not enough information for me to find in my document. “Duncan
McLennan” sans dates is impossible. My document, on a quick scan, includes
sixty examples of “Duncan.” I request further information, such as birth/death
dates and wife’s name.
5pm:
my interview with Marcus McCann posts on the Ploughshares blog. I post to social media.
Carol’s
mention that she believes we’re related “because she’s read the census” isn’t helpful.
I request clarification.
5:05pm:
I head upstairs for dinner prep. I empty the dishwasher.
5:18pm:
Christine returns home. Dinner.
5:35pm:
I quickly shower. I begin children bath preparations and clean dinner dishes and highchair
as Christine plays with children in the living room.
5:55pm:
Christine bathes children (a task usually mine) while I run out for a quick
errand (wine). I’d like to head downtown to pick up the small press fair catalogue to begin folding and stapling, but there isn’t time, given Christine heading out again. Tomorrow.
6:20pm:
land home, collect bathed/dressed baby for downstairs, while Christine assists newly-clean Rose with her bedtime snack. We collect downstairs for the sake of their bedtime
stories.
6:30pm:
Christine leaves for chiropractor appointment.
I somehow
managed to convince the children to pick up some of their toys in the basement.
Well, not as much as I would have liked, but there you go.
7:00pm:
Aoife and I take Rose up for bedtime. Teeth brushing, vitamins, stories. I make
the bed in the master bedroom. Aoife is very wiggly and less than (entirely)
helpful, but amusing.
7:16pm:
Aoife and I return downstairs. Rose’s monitors are on and she is singing. Then complaining.
7:19pm:
Aoife and I downstairs again after re-settling Rose. Aoife drifts. I put her in sleep-sack and she floats away.
7:30pm:
arrive downstairs from putting sleeping Aoife in her crib. Return upstairs to
re-settle complaining Rose.
7:34pm:
return to the basement to work on the latest above/ground press mailout – nathan dueck and
Sarah Cook chapbooks and Touch the Donkey
#14 – for the sake of distribution at this weekend’s small press book fair. Receive
first interview answer from Sean Braune and send second question.
I’m
tempted to post a couple of “12 or 20 questions” for future blog appearance,
but I’m just too damned tired.
I
work on the mailout and watch some of my stories. This Hasan Minhaj Homecoming King special is really, really good.
8:50pm:
Christine returns home.
9:24pm:
we attempt a series on Amazon Prime in which Christina Ricci plays Zelda Fitzgerald (I had added “Zelda” to our wish-list of names, prior to Aoife’s
birth; I liked the idea of “Rose and Zel”). We consider the show acceptable, and watch the first three episodes.
10pm: poems rejected by an online journal. Bah.
10:44pm: finally, a response on an interview I wished to post as part of my Queen Mob’s Teahouse deal as interviews editor. After months of asking for a bio from the student for their interview, they respond by sending the interview again. Sigh.
11:01pm: We crash, finally.
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
12 or 20 (second series) questions with Brynne Rebele-Henry
Brynne Rebele-Henry’s poetry, fiction, and nonfiction have
appeared in such journals as Denver
Quarterly, Prairie Schooner, Fiction International, Rookie, The Volta, and So to
Speak, among other places. She is
a founding editor of Fissure, a
magazine dedicated to young LGBT+ writers and artists. Her book Fleshgraphs appeared from Nightboat
Books in September 2016. She was born in 1999 and currently lives in Richmond,
Virginia.
1 - How did your first book change your
life? How does your most recent work compare to your previous? How does it feel
different?
Publishing Fleshgraphs changed everything! It was
the most amazing feeling to find out that I could write books that people would
want to read and publish or invest themselves in. I’m so grateful for that.
My newer
work is harsher, more bare-boned, but also sadder and more tender, I think.
I’ve been
writing a lot about violence against queer bodies and women’s bodies, something
that, after Orlando, is a crucial topic in our current culture. I’m working on
a novel about a hate crime and the subsequent murder trial, and it’s so hard to
write. I keep crying in public places while working on it.
2
- How did you come to poetry first, as opposed to, say, fiction or non-fiction?
I write in
every genre, but for me writing poems has always felt more joyful than other
genres. I have more fun with them. I feel like poems are innately freer than
any other genre because there aren’t any limits with what you can do with
poems, they’re divorced from the conventions, stylistic or otherwise, that
follow fiction and nonfiction. I have different priorities with each genre:
with nonfiction, I mainly write personal lyric essays or political essays about
queer/women’s issues and body issues. With fiction, I try to open a dialogue
about queer girls, queer bodies, sexualities, without that being the whole crux
of the work, and try to portray and talk about the many facets of girlhood. I
think of my poems more as a manifesto consisting of snapshots. I write them
like I’m taking Polaroids: fast and pointed and political, a rush of words. I
want my poems to feel like an incantation, almost.
3 - How long does it take to start any
particular writing project? Does your writing initially come quickly, or is it
a slow process? Do first drafts appear looking close to their final shape, or
does your work come out of copious notes?
I write
really quickly. I wrote my most recent manuscript in two days, but usually it
takes about a month or two months for me to complete the first draft of a
manuscript. I wrote Fleshgraphs in a
few weeks. The revision process changes from book to book, sometimes I only
have to do basic edits, but other times it requires months of revision and
rewrites. My first novel, The Glass
House, took five months to write, but I revised it several times over the
following two years, then completely rewrote it last summer.
4 - Where does a poem or work of fiction
usually begin for you? Are you an author of short pieces that end up combining
into a larger project, or are you working on a "book" from the very
beginning?
It changes.
Sometimes I just happen to amass the pieces of a manuscript, but usually with
fiction and nonfiction it’s very deliberate. I sketch out the book and what the
work addresses, do some research, and then start weaving it all together,
turning it into a book, trying to combine all the threads. With poems it’s more
of a natural accumulation. I curate my poems as a write, so I’m always thinking
of how one poem fits into my other poems and so on. I put them together like
it’s a gallery show, almost.
5 - Are public readings part of or
counter to your creative process? Are you the sort of writer who enjoys doing
readings?
I do! I get
stage fright, though, so I’m usually simultaneously terrified and elated. I’ve
memorized about half of my poems and some of my stories, and I think having the
work memorized and being able to recite it helps with stage fright. I write
auditorily, often I’ll say the lines out loud as I work with them, so giving a
reading helps me gauge where I could change the cadence of the work or a
certain word. Often, I improvise and change the poem mid-reading because I
think it sounds better than the way I initially wrote it.
6 - Do you have any theoretical concerns
behind your writing? What kinds of questions are you trying to answer with your
work? What do you even think the current questions are?
In my work I
try to make queerness mainstream, try to change the way that queerness is
usually something obscure, tokenized or delegitimized in literature, TV, and
the media. I want to write about women and femmeness in a way that isn’t a
discussion as to whether their voices matter, or a discussion about including
their voices, but by writing only in their voices.
All of my
characters are gay. I have no interest in portraying or discussing
heterosexuality or heterosexual desire in my novels and short stories. I want
to make gay women and men the majority in my work, not the exception, or the
token, or the plot twist.
7 – What do you see the current role of
the writer being in larger culture? Does s/he even have one? What do you think
the role of the writer should be?
I think writers
are vital in effecting change in the culture. I don’t think there’s any
specific role a writer should fill, other than to write, of course. Writing
itself is a political act. However, I do think it’s important not to remain
silent about political issues.
8 - Do you find the process of working
with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?
I find it
essential—I think there’s a lot that an outside editor can pick up from a
manuscript that needs to be fixed, or clarified or improved.
9 - What is the best piece of advice
you've heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?
“Write a lot and write well.”
10 - How easy has it been for you to
move between genres (poetry to fiction to non-fiction)? What do you see as the
appeal?
It’s fairly easy
for me, I think about different genres in different ways, and my process for
each is so different that I rarely get the work muddled. I feel like I can accomplish more politically
and aesthetically with different genres than I can with one single genre. I can
cover more topics that way. I like being able to write a political essay, and
then write a poem about a tarot card, then a story about Texas and teenage
girls and drowning.
11 - What kind of writing routine do you
tend to keep, or do you even have one? How does a typical day (for you) begin?
I usually
wake up fairly early, get coffee and check my email. Then I make breakfast and
more coffee and bring those to my desk and write. Other than that, I don’t
really have a set routine, unless I’m on a tight deadline, and then I adhere to
a really strict routine: writing from the time I get up until about midnight,
taking breaks in the afternoons only to get coffee or tea and walk my dog and
then returning to my writing desk.
12 - When your writing gets stalled,
where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?
I like to
make lists of everything: plant species I find beautiful, extinct animals,
saints from the Middle Ages, blue paintings, the names of all the tubes of red
lipstick that I own. I have hundreds either transcribed into notebooks, on my
laptop, or tucked into books. When I run
out of topics I forage for the lists until I find something that feels
noteworthy or like I want to research it. Then, I start again. My work is very
research based, I really like to incorporate rare facts, or strange things I’ve
found into my stories and poems. I’ve also found that I write in lists (both
literally and not, since the main character
in my first novel, like me, makes lists constantly), so often my stories
start with a list of scenes that expands into something else.
13 - What fragrance reminds you of home?
Magnolias!
When I lived in Athens as a little kid there were these huge moon-yellow
magnolia trees. Now, I make perfume out of flowers from the different places
I’ve lived or places that have significance to me (magnolias, wild roses,
jasmine, honeysuckle, etc). I used to write codes with flowers into my work—in
the 1800’s queer women had codes that they’d use for the flowers they sent each
other. For example, purple flowers equated to queer romantic interest,
chrysanthemums were bad luck, lily of the valleys were regret, pale lilies were
for mourning, pansies were loss of innocence, and so on.
14 - David W. McFadden once said that
books come from books, but are there any other forms that influence your work,
whether nature, music, science or visual art?
Women’s
history and queer history definitely influence my writing—atrocities,
historical events, secret but influential figures, discrimination. Also, old
anatomy or psychology textbooks and studies, botany, and bone readings—a
fortune telling technique where you cast bones and then divine from them. Old
Tarot decks. I started out as a painter and then a sculptor, before I became a
writer, and because of that I often write about lost art, artists, sculptures
or ancient carvings, furniture, the process of making or destroying art.
15 - What other writers or writings are
important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?
I love Dara Wier and Peter LaBerge because they’re both amazing writers and I adore them.
Julia Elliott and Lily Hoang because their work never ceases to astound me, and
Roxane Gay, Katherine Dunn, Maggie Nelson, Zadie Smith, and George Saunders.
16 - What would you like to do that you
haven't yet done?
I’ve always
wanted to write and illustrate a graphic novel! Or to take an old text (such as
Carmilla, the gay vampire novel from
the 1800s) and make it a graphic novel.
17 - If you could pick any other
occupation to attempt, what would it be? Or, alternately, what do you think you
would have ended up doing had you not been a writer?
I would have
gone back to being a painter and sculptor. I painted flesh, primarily, but in
an abstract sense: I’d study bodies, old cadaver pictures or surgical photos,
photos of bodies before and after procedures such as liposucture or skin grafts
and then paint the flesh from a sort of collage perspective: I wanted to
portray queer bodies and bodies with scars as beautiful, to paint them in the
same way the Venus de Milo or renaissance girls would be portrayed. It was a
deeply personal project, because I got the idea from painting my own scars,
which were from surgeries I had as a child, from an artist I worked with who
wanted me to paint self portraits. This latter inspired a book-length lyric
essay which I recently finished.
18 - What made you write, as opposed to
doing something else?
Because I
loved writing more than anything else.
19
- What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?
The last
great book I read was The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt, and the last great film I saw was Tangerine.
20 - What are you currently working on?
I’m working
on my first YA novel, which is about conversion camps and is a queer rewriting
of the Orpheus myth, a collection of personal essays, the novel I mentioned
earlier about a hate crime and its aftermath, and a different novel about
Catherine of Siena.
Tuesday, November 08, 2016
Brynne Rebele-Henry, Fleshgraphs
38.
Her body washes in, a tangle of seaweed and her
grandmother’s fake sapphires. He is disappointed about the way her body is
shaped. “I thought she was a whale.” We watch her arching her back, her eyes
sand-coated magnifying glasses. Ambulances never occur to us, we say later,
when the light is a funeral home disco in our un-made-up faces. We just wanted
to see some mating whales, we say.
American
poet Brynne Rebele-Henry’s remarkable first full-length poetry book is Fleshgraphs (Callicoon NY: Nightboat
Books, 2016), a “visceral engagement with
the politics and poetics of girlhood by a 14-year-old author.” Composed in
two hundred and sixty-six short, seemingly self-contained numbered sections over
a few weeks when the author was still only fourteen years old, Rebele-Henry’s Fleshgraphs exist in collusion,
collision and collage, pushing a conversation of girlhood, sex, the body,
intimacy and violence through an occasionally dark and even grotesque humour. “I
ask my wife if I can take a shit inside her.” she writes in section #106. Further
along, section #121 reads: “Her thighs taste like Lysol.”
From section to
section, the perspective, and even the narrator, shifts, presenting a sequence
of near-aphorisms that thrash and rail against the reader and each other. As she describes the collection in a recent interview: “[…] the book is a literal
graph of flesh. The book is composed of confessions (inspired by both religious
confessionals and online confessions), and is about benign or intense or
horrible things happening to bodies, and each experience is told through a
different numbered fragment. The book is also composed of fragmented short
paragraphs, or graphs. […] I was trying to write a feminist dissection of rape
culture and online confessions, but also a celebration of the body’s
resilience.”
104.
I sidle up to the cashier and undo the tie of
my trench coat and my breasts come out and I rub them against the conveyor belt
and lick my true love’s face.
Part
of what makes Brynne Rebele-Henry’s Fleshgraphs
so compelling is in its daring, honesty and straightforwardness, speaking
pointedly to “a range of sexualities,” perspectives and even personalities. Her
prose is fearless, rich and evocative, thick with detail and presence and
confidence, making this one of the most frighteningly-talented debuts I’ve seen
in a very long time.
1.
I alphabetize the girls by tens and letters. First:
Annie and her cellulite thighs that made her say of herself: walrus. I would
bite them with my too sharp incisors. Second: Betty and the weird sounds she
made that were more like birth than sex and her pinup rolled back hair. Third:
Carrie, and her light moustache. Fourth: Diana and her autumn mouth and how she
always burned cookies. I stop at six because that’s too fucking sad but I think
of her knuckles and the sound they made against my forehead still.
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