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3 of 3 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
A delight!,
By Lisa Najavits (Brookline, MA) - See all my reviews
This review is from: What the Truth Tastes Like (Paperback)
Martha Silano's "What the Truth Tastes Like" is an extraordinary book of poems! Her wit, evocative use of language, depth of feeling, and sharp intelligence shine through. The poems bring to life a sensibility that appears steeped in everyday life yet also connects with broader, universal themes. I am amazed by her range and her ability to convey in few words, a moment, a look, a memory. This book is truly a delight.
3 of 3 people found the following review helpful:
4.0 out of 5 stars
A Treat,
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This review is from: What the Truth Tastes Like (Paperback)
If WHAT THE TRUTH TASTES LIKE included nothing but the poem, "What I Meant to Say Before I Said 'So Long,'" if would be reason enough to buy this sumptuous first book by Martha Silano. In "What I Meant to Say. . . " Silano creates a world as delicate, dangerous, and gleaming as a spider's web, and it brings me to tears. Luckily for us, however, this poem is not alone. Silano lays out a full feast of wonderful verses in a collection that is deliciously unpeggable. She cinematically unfolds an unexpected tragedy, as witnessed by a group of birdwatchers, in "At the Shorebird Festival: Grays Harbor, Washington." She takes on the persona of an angry horse in the stark, edgy "They're Prohibited by City Ordinance." And in "Men of the Stone Age Had No Use for Fractions," she celebrates abundance--with a wink. And such a wink, for Silano, is not unusual. These poems are laced with humor; sometimes subtle, sometimes sly, sometimes silly. In "The Sausage Parade" she serves up past boyfriends with plenty of spice. In "Just Don't Write Any Poems About Niagara Falls," she brings the art of curse-laying to new and hilarious heights. And she responds the way some of us only dream of in "To the Woman Who, When I Went to Heat My Pizza in the Office Microwave, Asked Me, 'Who Are You?'" Not every poem, however, properly shows off Silano's humor and compassion, her enormous appreciation of nature (especially birds) or her knack for telling a tale. "Shrimp Arithmetic" despite its intriguing title, is inaccessible to me after repeated readings. "Notes from the Committee Investigating the Abolishment of Um" doesn't quite live up to the fun of its premise. And while she generally uses her lists of names, objects, and titles to wonderful effect in poems such as "In Praise of Body Hair," "The Man Who Slept in My Bed," the whimsical "In That Other Universe" and the outrageously imaginative "For a Friend Who Sends Me a Flyer on the Art of Ear Candling and News Her Book has Arrived," she pushes her listmaking to excess, without enough heart, in "A Trip to the Yellow Pages: Ba, Be, and So Forth." But who's perfect? WHAT THE TRUTH TASTES LIKE is a rich and triumphant first offering, with many a poem to savor.
3 of 3 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
I loved this!,
By A Customer
This review is from: What the Truth Tastes Like (Paperback)
I loved this book! The poems in What the Truth Tastes Like, Martha Silano's first collection, are smart, funny, and personal, above all displaying a deep love of language in a search for meaning and connection.The poems here are about birth, death, and the relationships ended or sustained in between, about childhood and identity. They describe the doings of people in the wild and the backyard: the tide after a man drowns "erases every footprint, and where he lay a flock of whimbrels alights"; the cosmos explained by dad, "post-cookout star-gazer"; the showers of sparks loved by those who "live in the shadow of live volcanoes, the chance we'll awake to at least a dusting of ash." Inner worlds are explored here engagingly as well. Contemplating ear candling, for example, the speaker follows the flame through the "bony labyrinth" wondering about the contents it will loosen and extrude: "your mother the harbinger's honey the belt goes around your waist ... blue side down? ... Could you have it skip the refusals, the let's just be friends?" Recounting the history of sausages, the poet illuminates not only her own heritage but that of a string of exes through descriptions of their sausages of choice. "Bring me everything and don't peel it," insists the speaker in the final section of the book. When we "want to know if it's worth springing for a valentine tub or a boat ride to Cave of the Winds and the trilobite wall," Silano will be "the one [we] turn to for advice."
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