A review by jenna0010
My Ariel by Sina Queyras

4.0

Before I opened this book I reread Ariel. My mind is at a different place now. I know anger and rage and Ariel hooked itself under my ribs, a shell containing a sea of rage and longing and wanting more and nothing all at once. Sina Queyras's My Ariel dwells in the stormy questions regarding Sylvia's life, her art, her afterlives, all the while exploring the corners of her own self as a female poet, a mother, a lover, a fragile mind. This book is a fistful of feeling, of anger, of circling around the self, trying to find that centre of the hive from which all this feeling stems, only to find emptiness, emptiness and more uncertainty and doubt.