{"id":1876,"date":"2014-01-12T15:03:00","date_gmt":"2014-01-12T15:03:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sidekickbooks.com\/booklab\/2014\/01\/mini-reviews-elliott-lindenberg-johnson.html\/"},"modified":"2016-10-11T19:10:31","modified_gmt":"2016-10-11T19:10:31","slug":"mini-reviews-elliott-lindenberg-johnson","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sidekickbooks.com\/booklab\/2014\/01\/mini-reviews-elliott-lindenberg-johnson.html\/","title":{"rendered":"Mini-Reviews: Elliott, Lindenberg, Johnson"},"content":{"rendered":"<div dir=\"ltr\" style=\"text-align: left;\"><div align=\"left\"><span style=\"font-family: inherit;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div><div align=\"left\"><span style=\"font-family: inherit;\">1. <b>MORTALITY RATE<\/b> by <b><span style=\"color: #990000;\">Andrew Elliott<\/span><\/b><\/span><\/div><div align=\"left\"><span style=\"font-family: inherit;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div><div style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/oftime2.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/09\/elliott-mortality-rate.jpg\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/oftime2.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/09\/elliott-mortality-rate.jpg\" height=\"200\" width=\"138\" \/><\/a><\/div><div align=\"left\"><span style=\"font-family: inherit;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div><div><span style=\"font-family: inherit;\">Published by CB Editions; <\/span><a href=\"http:\/\/www.cbeditions.com\/elliott.html\" style=\"font-family: inherit;\">buy here<\/a>.<\/div><div align=\"left\"><span style=\"font-family: inherit;\">Reviewed by <b><span style=\"color: #990000;\">Jon Stone<\/span><\/b><br \/><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br \/><!--[endif]--><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div><div align=\"left\"><span style=\"font-family: inherit;\"><i>Mortality Rate <\/i>contains an abundance of the kind of pieces that are really half poem, half something else. The something else in this case is seedy, surreal, almost noir-ish microfiction, taking place at night, in cities and liminal spaces, in Europe and America. Long, loping lines abound, sex is handled in a kind of rough, frank way, and the same pair of female characters turn up in multiple poems, stripped to various states. It\u2019s a very generous volume, written mostly in a voice that delights in taking winding detours. Highly recommended for quiet winter nights with a whisky.<\/span><\/div><div align=\"left\"><span style=\"font-family: inherit;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div><div><span style=\"line-height: 150%;\"><span style=\"font-family: inherit;\">2. <b>LOVE, AN INDEX<\/b> by&nbsp;<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%;\"><span style=\"color: #990000;\"><b>Rebecca Lindenberg<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/div><div><span style=\"line-height: 150%;\"><span style=\"font-family: inherit;\"><br \/><\/span><\/span><\/div><div style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/ddkpmexz7bq23.cloudfront.net\/images\/production\/847\/2012-02-08%2018:30:05%20-0800\/large\/Love_an_index_lo-res.jpg?1328754605\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"200\" src=\"https:\/\/ddkpmexz7bq23.cloudfront.net\/images\/production\/847\/2012-02-08%2018:30:05%20-0800\/large\/Love_an_index_lo-res.jpg?1328754605\" width=\"145\" \/><\/a><\/div><div><span style=\"line-height: 150%;\"><span style=\"font-family: inherit;\"><br \/><\/span><\/span><\/div><div><span style=\"font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%;\">Published by McSweeney\u2019s; <\/span><a href=\"https:\/\/store.mcsweeneys.net\/products\/love-an-index\" style=\"font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%;\">buy here<\/a><span style=\"font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%;\">.<\/span><\/div><div><span style=\"font-family: inherit; line-height: 24px;\">Reviewed by <b><span style=\"color: #990000;\">Ian Chung<\/span><\/b><\/span><\/div><div><span style=\"font-family: inherit; line-height: 24px;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div><div><span style=\"line-height: 150%;\"><span style=\"font-family: inherit;\">Since its founding in 1998 by Dave Eggers, McSweeney\u2019s has grown into a publishing empire in its own right, with flagship literary journal <i>Timothy McSweeney\u2019s Quarterly Concern<\/i> being joined by other titles like the monthly <i>The Believer<\/i>, food quarterly <i>Lucky Peach<\/i> and sport journal <i>Grantland Quarterly<\/i>. One of the publishing house\u2019s most recent imprints is the McSweeney\u2019s Poetry Series, of which Rebecca Lindenberg\u2019s <i>Love, an Index<\/i> is the first title. The collection chronicles Lindenberg\u2019s relationship with fellow poet Craig Arnold, who disappeared in 2009 during a solo hike in Japan. A strong debut for Lindenberg and the series, <i>Love, an Index<\/i> embraces the elegy form, and in poems like \u2018Status Update\u2019 and \u2018Status Update (2)\u2019, reworks it for the Facebook generation. The standout moment of the collection, however, is the titular sequence that occupies the middle third of the book. An alphabetical indexing of Lindenberg and Arnold\u2019s relationship, the poems are brutally beautiful, ruthlessly detailing minutiae in the wake of her loss. Joining other poetry collections about losing a partner like Douglas Dunn\u2019s <i>Elegies<\/i> and Paul Monette\u2019s <i>Love Alone: 18 Elegies for Rog<\/i>, Lindenberg\u2019s <i>Love, an Index<\/i> shows the mind of the poet at work, transmuting personal tragedy into powerful art.<\/span><\/span><\/div><div><span style=\"line-height: 150%;\"><span style=\"font-family: inherit;\"><br \/><\/span><\/span><\/div><div><span style=\"line-height: 150%;\"><span style=\"font-family: inherit;\">3.&nbsp;<\/span><\/span><b style=\"font-family: inherit;\">TREEDS: POEMS IN SHETLAND DIALECT <\/b><span style=\"font-family: inherit;\">by<\/span><b style=\"font-family: inherit;\"> <span style=\"color: #990000;\">Laureen Johnson<\/span><\/b><br \/><b style=\"font-family: inherit;\"><span style=\"color: #990000;\"><br \/><\/span><\/b><\/div><div><div style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.nls.uk\/media\/13707\/treeds2.jpg\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/www.nls.uk\/media\/13707\/treeds2.jpg\" height=\"200\" width=\"124\" \/><\/a><\/div><br \/><\/div>  <div class=\"MsoNormal\"style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: inherit;\">Published by the Hansel Cooperative Press; <a href=\"http:\/\/hanselcooperativepress.co.uk\/\">buy here<\/a>.<\/span><\/div><div>Reviewed by <b><span style=\"color: #990000;\">Harry Giles<\/span><\/b><\/div><div><br \/><\/div><div><span style=\"font-family: inherit;\"><i>Treeds<\/i> is one of a small but rich crop of chapbooks from Hansel Co-operative Press, a small-scale outfit publishing and promoting writing and art of Orkney and Shetland. Printed on good thick stock and gorgeously hand-finished, the chapbook is pocket-sized but big-hearted. The writing is vernacular Shetlandic \u2013 not a synthetic Scots, but a language very much alive and rooted in place and culture. The fine glossary is a neat guide to those new to the language, though not burdensome or pedantic, making the poems an excellent route into Shetlandic for those willing to put in some small effort.<b><i><o:p><\/o:p><\/i><\/b><\/span><\/div><div><br \/><\/div><div><span style=\"font-family: inherit;\">The poems cover family and livelihood, land and water; the title piece (meaning \u201cthreads\u201d) describes a weaving together of place and person into a poetics of sense and feeling. The unrhymed lines advance in breaths, matching the everyday language used; the sense is of being given stories and wisdom honed by time and wind, though never is this hoary or slight. The tone is as much humorous as delicate, and often very sad in its simplicity \u2013 as in <i>Gynae Ward:<b><o:p><\/o:p><\/b><\/i><\/span><\/div><div><br \/><\/div><div><span style=\"font-family: inherit;\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \u201cNae prenk, damned little pent,<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div><div><span style=\"font-family: inherit;\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; nae comouflage,<b><o:p><\/o:p><\/b><\/span><\/div><div><br \/><\/div><div><span style=\"font-family: inherit;\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Here da oppenin bud, da faded leaf,<o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div><div><span style=\"font-family: inherit;\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; da prunin shears.\u201d<b><o:p><\/o:p><\/b><\/span><\/div><div><br \/><\/div><div><span style=\"font-family: inherit;\">Pamphlet publishing is a source of diversity in contemporary poetry, and local presses a way to meet outlying poetics on their own terms. <i>Treeds<\/i>is a long way \u2013 in style and language \u2013 from what you&#8217;re likely to find in more urban-centred anthologies and magazines, and so, along with Hansel&#8217;s wider output, demands your attention for its particular music and beauty.<b><o:p><\/o:p><\/b><\/span><\/div><div><br \/><\/div><div align=\"left\"><span style=\"font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;\"><!--[endif]--><o:p><\/o:p><\/span><\/div><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"1. MORTALITY RATE by Andrew ElliottPublished by CB Editions; buy here.Reviewed by Jon StoneMortality Rate contains an abundance of the kind of pieces that are really half poem, half something else. The something else in this case is seedy, surreal, almost noir-ish microfiction, taking place at night, in cities and liminal spaces, in Europe and &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/sidekickbooks.com\/booklab\/2014\/01\/mini-reviews-elliott-lindenberg-johnson.html\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Mini-Reviews: Elliott, Lindenberg, Johnson&#8221;<\/span><\/a>","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1876","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sidekickbooks.com\/booklab\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1876","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sidekickbooks.com\/booklab\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sidekickbooks.com\/booklab\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sidekickbooks.com\/booklab\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sidekickbooks.com\/booklab\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1876"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/sidekickbooks.com\/booklab\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1876\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2218,"href":"https:\/\/sidekickbooks.com\/booklab\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1876\/revisions\/2218"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sidekickbooks.com\/booklab\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1876"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sidekickbooks.com\/booklab\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1876"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sidekickbooks.com\/booklab\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1876"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}