“The Flowers Along the Way testifies to the healing power of hope, showing how nurturing a garden, or a story, can generate something fresh and green out of loss.” (review by Liz Rios Hall)
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“It’s a lot more entertaining to hear a dolphin tell a manchild to ‘grow up’ than to hear the same advice coming from a psychiatrist.”
(review by Chloe Lutts Jensen)
“No book, simply by being read, can affect such a transformation. Vincenz’s book does.”
(review by Raymond Barfield)
Despite what is written here, this memoir is not a political diatribe and it is not depressing. By relegating most of the political analysis and history, frequently derived from surprising direct quotes from people like Barack Obama, to footnotes and endnotes, Aziza skillfully preempts her well-crafted creative nonfiction from turning into political manifesto.
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If the sonnet really is the first lyric architecture built for the silent reader’s own mind, then an anthology gathering six centuries of its practice is not a museum of formal pleasure. It is a history of consciousness under compression.
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There are five sections to the book. One part is titled “Temperature – Thyroid – Denial” and another is “Landslides – Guts – Grief.” Within the sections, Boissoneault discusses the planet through multiple lenses: science, history, Greek mythology, linguistics, and even social
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If God appears on these pages, it is in the sacred clarity of the concrete detail. The speaker as a young girl, drawing ankhs and peace signs in the back of her bible, listening to a hymn as it slides beneath the pews.
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Can violence be made into beauty? Can beauty be used to dignify the stain of violence? Sloan seems to suggest so, perhaps, by conceiving of Ophelia’s body as part of nature—indistinguishable from it.
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Shiki wrote haiku—tens of thousands of haiku—elevating himself to the immortal ranks of Bashō, Issa, and his personal hero, Buson. However, Shiki did not want to go back to the past and its masters; he wanted to reinvent what he believed was a dying art.
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The book, at its core, follows the speaker’s daily journeys along a rugged mountain road over the course of a year, with the gravel thoroughfare and its environs serving much the way Thoreau’s Walden Pond once did— fueling reflections on humanity in general, and the present moment more specifically.
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