Ten Quick Questions with… Elizabeth Strout

1. Your desert-island read:
It was not publication that ever made me feel like a writer. Publication only made other people think I was a writer. I always knew.
–conducted by Joshua Garstka

1. Your desert-island read:
It was not publication that ever made me feel like a writer. Publication only made other people think I was a writer. I always knew.
–conducted by Joshua Garstka
In this fantastic collection what is evident from the get-go is that the speaker is most definitely a daughter. She is also a wife, a mother, a woman of the deep heart and spirit. Reckless? No. Or, yes, if the heart is a reckless landscape of emotive temperaments, shifts, mannerisms, funky phantoms of hipness and insight, then, yes, reckless.
The poems in Monica Wendel’s chapbook are marked by quick dissolves, scenes suddenly opening onto new scenes. The prose poem “Blue” flickers back and forth between “a diner where the waitresses wear their hair swooped up” and a dream of rowing through New York Harbor at night.
I have been most moved by writing that tells a story in fragments, often ones that are weighted with emotion and significance to the life of the narrator. Only after each fragment has been picked up, polished, and assembled in place, jagged edge to jagged edge, does the meaning reveal itself.
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