From Publishers Weekly
From the blood-soaked cover image of a Snow White–like figure to the final poem (You Cut Open), there is both violence and humor in the 42 lyrics of Marvin's second book. In her often amped-up sonics (standing neck-deep in a pit, whisky-pitched, ether-lit), her formal skill and her penchant for anger-filled poems on the love/hate of self and beloved, Marvin (
World's Tallest Disaster) suggests a postmodern Plath. But the smirk on the speaker's face—she is both deadly serious and deadly funny—points these poems past melodrama. Dear less-than-a-man, writes Marvin, I think with my blood. Often the humor comes when the absurdity of the actual world is mixed with that of the speaker's world (my unsubsidized loan heart). Marvin also manages a more intimate voice: I would be the worm to your rain soaked side/ walk. Such tenderness is welcome among so much grief, but so is the ambivalence of Marvin's elegy detailing a lover's autopsy. Readers who can believe all love/ should be loud enough to scare off the neighbors will swoon for this work.
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About the Author
Marvin's first book, World's Tallest Disaster (Sarabande, 2002) was awarded the 2001 Kathryn A. Morton Prize in Poetry by Robert Pinsky and the Kate Tufts Discovery Award (2002). Her poems have appeared in New England Review, The Antioch Review, The Paris Review, The Georgia Review, and Ploughshares, among others. She is a creative writing professor in Staten Island,
