{"id":416,"date":"2009-05-12T22:46:02","date_gmt":"2009-05-13T02:46:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.lettersandsodas.com\/books\/?p=416"},"modified":"2009-05-12T22:46:02","modified_gmt":"2009-05-13T02:46:02","slug":"now-youre-the-enemy-by-james-allen-hallthe-university-of-arkansas-press-2007","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/now-youre-the-enemy-by-james-allen-hallthe-university-of-arkansas-press-2007\/","title":{"rendered":"Now You&#8217;re the Enemy by James Allen HallThe University of Arkansas Press, 2007"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Most of these poems center on, or circle around, the speaker&#8217;s mother. &#8220;I maul her into memory,&#8221; the first poem says, but warns us, too, that &#8220;no story is true&#8221; (p 3). There is strain and violence, violence against the speaker&#8217;s mother, and then her responding violence against the world. I think my favorite of these poems is &#8220;Portrait of My Mother as the Republic of Texas,&#8221; which is ballsy and funny, a way to capture an outsize figure, super from the first phrases: &#8220;After my mother won independence in 1836,\/she dysfunctioned as her own nation,&#8221; then continuing with twists and perfect turns of phrase (p 5). I like &#8220;A Fact Which Occurred in America&#8221; lots, too, the blending of the personal&#8212;the fifth grade teacher who &#8220;kept saying <em>We lost, we lost<\/em>&#8221; about the Civil War, the boy kissing another boy in the trees behind the playground&#8212;with larger cultural histories, and with the struggle between those who have power and those who don&#8217;t (and how that struggle can end up pitting those without power against each other, too) (p 14). &#8220;Parthenogenesis&#8221; is another pleasing poem, with its blend of Homer and beauty pageants, its juxtaposition of &#8220;omen-eyed&#8221; Cassandra and Miss New Jersey (p 22). The six sections of &#8220;Portrait of My Mother as Victorine Meurent&#8221; are excellent, too, and not just &#8217;cause I&#8217;m often a sucker for poems about paintings: I love the clear images of these, the imagined thoughts of artist and model, the way that these poems, like others in the collection, play with power dynamics: here is the artist fixing his model in paint; here is his model, walking away. The collection&#8217;s final poems, all of which involve difficult love, are satisfying, poignant without melodrama: I liked &#8220;We Exult in Your Pain,&#8221; and &#8220;The Enemy,&#8221; and &#8220;Naming the End,&#8221; and &#8220;Love the Shattered Thing.&#8221; (I liked this whole collection much more, on re-reading it, than I did after reading it for the first time. Maybe I over-poetried in April, and needed the break of reading a novel and a few issues of <em>The New Yorker<\/em> as breathing-space, before more poems.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Most of these poems center on, or circle around, the speaker&#8217;s mother. &#8220;I maul her into memory,&#8221; the first poem says, but warns us, too, that &#8220;no story is true&#8221; (p 3). There is strain and violence, violence against the speaker&#8217;s mother, and then her responding violence against the world. I think my favorite of [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-416","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/416","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=416"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/416\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=416"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=416"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=416"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}