I make no attempt to hide that I like confessional poetry. Despite the backlash, I feel that it has it's place and purpose. But even I can see a confessional voice that goes too far... While I think many would think that this is that voice, I just can't. It has such a pure selfishness to it... Honestly, (and everyone on my email list who was forced to read a poorly typed version of The Day I Lost My Deja Vu can attest to this,) I fell in love with this book. Sometimes a good poet is just brave enough to say what you don' think you can. In that way, I can easily say that this is the best description of parenthood I have come across. This book made me feel less alone. As a writer, I would be happy with that. As. Reader, I am thankful. It's been a long time since I've read a book of poetry cover to cover in the same sitting. And it's been a long time since a book truly felt like sustenance. I inhaled these poems. Perhaps this is because the subject matter (or rather, one of the subjects), motherhood, spoke directly to my current situation, but it was the form of the poems that was comfort more than the superficial subject. Zucker's poems move headlong through the rubble and gleam of domestic life. Fragments, lines of prose, discrete images, rants, dialogue, white space, lyrical turns, lists, anaphora...it's all here. Writers like to talk about other writers, other works that "gave them permission." This book is a permission-giver for me. Zucker bravely and unapologetically uses whatever "way of saying" is necessary to confront life at a particular and specific moment. This book is fearless and remarkable.
What do You think about Museum Of Accidents (2009)?
These poems kind of make me ache and marvel at how exactly she gets the motherhood experience.
—the_Russian
Some of these poems were downright hilarious. I imagine that marriage will be like this. :3
—Aksa
I cried in the coffee shop reading this surrounded by "Facebook" "Twitter "Facebook"
—haley
