A review of Third Wednesday Poets by L.E Berry, Linda Ruth Brooks, Gail Hennessy, Rina Robinson, Jo Tregellis

Working together each week the women built up their repertoire and began to hone their skills.  The result is this anthology, which takes the best of their work, and presents, not only poetry, but a story about the writing process, a record of development, and a rather instructive and illustrative catalogue of poetic styles from Abecedarian to Cento, riddle poems to Tanka to Ekphrastic pieces. 

A review of Ninety 9 by Vanessa Berry

There’s a real beauty to this little book, from the attractive matt finish, small, square format that characterises all of the Giramondo shorts, to the Berry’s own hand-drawn illustrations, which give the book a slightly rogue, zine feel. The book is written in light, clear prose, using a confessional first person form, which begins with Berry at the age of eleven. This style invites the reader in immediately, inviting us to share both her family life – including her gifted sister’s music lessons and the tension between Berry and her mother, as well as her secret and later, not so secret yearnings.

A review of Rupetta by Nike Sulway

Steampunk and fantastical elements are in evidence (chronometers, automata, dirigibles, et al.) but don’t intrude unduly. And there are wondrous, moving passages full of lyricism, elegy, wonder and suggestive speculation. Cherish them as you puzzle out Rupetta’s world and its underlying culture and history. This is a strangely enchanting, wholly convincing novel.

A review of The Old American by Ernest Hebert

Caucus-Meteor comes across as a deeply human and interesting person who will win your respect and compassion.  His tribe made Nathan and two other captives run the gauntlet.  An old acquaintance and rival of Caucus-Meteor, Bleached Bones, a gambling man, places bets on Nathan bring deliberately harmed.  Caucus-Meteor accepts the bet.  Working behind the scenes, Caucus-Meteor tries to make the gauntlet easier for Nathan.  He succeeds, and Nathan’s bravery as he ran the gauntlet wins the Indian’s admiration.  They adopt him.

A review of My Chess by Hans Ree

One sentence struck me.  He writes of Euwe that, despite his solid establishment status, he preferred to mingle with bohemians rather than ‘respectable plodders’.  It struck me because that’s a strand or a subtext running through many of the essays: in the Netherlands, uniquely perhaps, chess is an arena where the bourgeois and bohemian worlds meet.