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Five Stars for Circle, September 12, 2005
This review is from: Circle (Crab Orchard Award Series in Poetry) (Paperback)
In charting a path of departure from, and return to the poet's Chinese-American roots, Circle encompasses a daring range of subjects and moods, and does so in language that is at once suggestive and precise. Here is a poet whose sympathies are wide enough that she can find herself in almost anything -- from the cycles of a shiny KitchenAid mixer, "dancing in circles, spinning around and around," to the crack in the toilet seat of her family's restaurant. Here is a poet whose imagination is bold enough that she can inhabit the souls of characters otherwise known to us only through the impersonal narratives of history or the daily news -- a woman who has enlisted as a man in the Union army, Eva Braun anticipating Hitler's arrival in her bedchamber, a divorcée during the Shang Dynasty (1765-1123 BC), a contemporary banker charged with obstruction of justice, or Lady Jane Grey in her "gemmed neck" -- soon to be severed from her head on the executioner's block. Everything is connected Chang seems to say, with her sometimes surprising choice of subjects; our wants are an "infinite accordion," and even the nose on my face, which seems so uniquely my own, won't die with me, but instead "will ever last/ somewhere in someone." Technically assured, sharply imagined, wryly observed, and always honest and deeply felt, Circle is a first book that will reward re-reading.
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One of the best poetry titles I've read this year., September 17, 2007
This review is from: Circle (Crab Orchard Award Series in Poetry) (Paperback)
Victoria Chang, Circle (Crab Orchard Review, 2005)
Every once in a while, I stumble upon a book like Circle (I say "stumble" because at this point I've no idea where I read about it originally), and all the time I spend reading poetry that ranges from the mediocre to the mind-splittingly awful is worth it. For Circle is one of those books where the poems leap off the page and come at you with a boning knife, gazing hungrily at the innards lying beneath that flap of belly fat you've been trying so hard to work off these past few years. While this is not happy stuff, for the most part, Chang manages to retain a twisted sense of humor about life, the universe, and everything:
After returning from Arkansas, I've never been the same.
Little here, little there, it's always great
to go à la carte-- it gives leverage and leave, it lends option to pull out
that front tooth or start saying y'all.
I begin to acknowledge feet with hair on the big toes, my eyes
get greener and green.
Periodically, there's a 300-point inspection and I'm checked,
re-checked, and checked again,
but what if the checker is the one missing a tooth? What if
I discover this
when I'm more than halfway? Do I turn back or keep going away
from home--
two small dots plucking broken guitars?
("Majority Rules")
Oh, yes, folks. I am unabashed in my love for this book, which will most likely make my top ten reads of the year. You want it. **** ½
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Emerging Poet Victoria Chang, November 30, 2006
This review is from: Circle (Crab Orchard Award Series in Poetry) (Paperback)
What I love about Ms. Chang's work is her directness and her intensity. Though she said in an interview in June of this year that she would like to be more daring, I find her sense of political and social outrage infuses even the simplest of domestic situations, a fully committed kind of daring, as in this description of a rice dish the speaker prepares in "The Dragon Boat Festival" interwoven with a revelation about murdered baby girls: " I snip the string, unwrap the leaves, the rice pulses with steam, black dates ache, the wind smells of wet grass, sugar, fractured flesh." This is a wonderful book by an emerging poet who will become one of our nation's finest.
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