DOLL GOD: A Poetry Collection ~Luanne Castle
“I talk to him about my cousin’s life, expecting something from him. Neither of us knows what.” (Page 34)
“Every day the world subtracts from itself,” Luanne Castle observes. Her wonderfully titled collection, Doll God, with its rich and varied mix of poems part memoir, part myth and tale, shimmers as it swims as poetry is meant to, upstream against the loss. “ ~Stuart Dybek, MacArthur Fellow and author of STREETS IN THEIR OWN INK.”
I start writing about DOLL GOD and end up going back to Amazon to these words of praise posted on the book site. I wonder what this fellow sees in the poems, how they resonated with his concepts of poetry and writing? I have read the whole book now seven times to find connection, that concise perception that resonates with me and so I would name this a poem within my framework. Rather when I switched my thinking to read small little essays, I found some phrases that were wonderful. I would not put it in a poetry column or tab.
DOLL GOD did touch me emotionally with all the sadness of loss and none of the opportunity or delight explored. Yes, many of the metal toys were melted down for the war effort, and I was captured by the games of war and the games that children play and practice. What did we truly learn and where do we reflect on these symbols? If there is no more war, will we go back to metal toys?
“In my confusion, I read the wrong miracles” (page 71)
The author’s rage at cancer makes me want to like this book and yet I try not to inflict my cancer rage on anyone else. I let it go, sometimes hourly, and I assist in helping other’s let it go because it can eat one alive – literally. I need to emphasize the gifts of this dis-ease. I am worthy of so much joy, and I will put this book on the shelf until my next trip to the support group and I will pass it on.
Annie Lamont, the writer has Horrible Bonnie to call when too much is brought to her attention, I don’t have anyone to call right now and this book does not speak to me or share a passion with words or talk about hard things with follow through-my tongue is full of down; why do I work so hard to encourage and why do I keep trying to save?
Please do not take my word for it, because there are a number of reviewers who are singing praises for these poems and the author has more credentials than I. Serena at POETIC BOOK TOURS and the author sent me a copy of the book for review, and I was happy for the opportunity. Here is the list of the other reviewers on this tour:
Feb. 10 — Gautami at Everything Distils Into Reading
Feb. 11 — Vicki at I’d Rather Be at the Beach
Feb. 13 — Randi at Bell, Book & Candle
Feb. 14 — Harvee at Book Dilettante
About the Author:
“Luanne Castle has been a Fellow at the Center for Ideas and Society at the University of California, Riverside. She studied English and creative writing at the University of California, Riverside; Western Michigan University; and Stanford University. Her poetry and creative nonfiction have appeared in BARNSTORM JOURNAL, GRIST, THE ANTIGONISH REVIEW, TAB, RIVER TEETH, LUNCH TICKET, WISCONSIN REVIEW, and other journals. She contributed to TWICE-TOLD CHILDREN”S TALES: THE INFLUENCE OF CHILDHOOD READING ON WRITERS FOR ADULTS, edited by Betty Greenway. Luanne divides her time between California and Arizona, where she shares land with a herd of javelin.” (cover)