From Publishers Weekly
The bitterness of loss flows through Traxler's ( The Glass Women ) third collection like a powerful astringent. Having lost her faith in love, the poet hones her rage into scalpel-sharpness, probing and excising a lifetime of hurt. The first lesson in disappointment was learned at the knee of an immigrant grandmother for whom "the way to pain / Was joy, and ever after that the way / to pay for joy was pain." The writer's dramatic sense and the controlled elegance of her language ironically counterpose the poetry's intense emotional substratum. In "High Wire" she constructs a metaphor for the adrenalin-fraught anxiety of falling in love: "And now I find myself here, balanced / on groundless terrain, sucked ever outward on the wire, / past return . . . I only learn / I'm falling when I've fallen and time has stopped / like a failed heart." "Confession" is a riveting monologue exposing the web of dependency that has ensnared a battered wife in a cycle of denial and abuse: "I never told anyone, even my mother, / what he'd done because that would have given / my worst secret away: my life was a lie / and I was the liar; only a liar would stay." These poems strike a thrilling balance between personal disclosure and the rigors of writing.
Copyright 1994 Reed Business Information, Inc. --This text refers to the Hardcover edition.
Copyright 1994 Reed Business Information, Inc. --This text refers to the Hardcover edition.
From Booklist
Traxler takes us on a dive into the wilderness waters of recall. Speaking of need and truth and the need for naked truth, she recalls a Catholic youth in which a particular Tuesday night became "family rosary night," its memory a kind of eternal holy stasis, and in which such "ordinary miracles" as stigmata and apparitions were much easier to explain to a girlhood friend than such private, lower-profile miracles as the sea's voices. She summons the memory of a physically abusive lover holding a .38 caliber gun to her and finds it, ultimately, not nearly as frightening as the web of lies built around a life of shame and fear. Throughout her memories runs the quest for fearless knowledge of one's own interior and intimate self. Whitney Scott
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