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A review by casparb
Dear Boy by Emily Berry
somebody in the reviews here calls this a first date & I think I’m right with them this collection feels something like a perfect first date that’s not something for all poets but Emily does this with incredible precision & levity.
The collection drives its way into an exploration of conventional vulnerabilities, the irreconcilable between form and practice. I also think & maybe because everything I read at the moment is fed to the gills with one’s own death - that this is in many ways a happy collection there’s an affinity with Jack Underwood & I’d love to keep it near me
If I may be more daring I’d suggest there’s a hue of the guide to this a manual for the sweetness & indecency of vulnerability - the capacity for loving in the very modern era. It seems a fantastic place to start I need to scoop up more emily
The collection drives its way into an exploration of conventional vulnerabilities, the irreconcilable between form and practice. I also think & maybe because everything I read at the moment is fed to the gills with one’s own death - that this is in many ways a happy collection there’s an affinity with Jack Underwood & I’d love to keep it near me
If I may be more daring I’d suggest there’s a hue of the guide to this a manual for the sweetness & indecency of vulnerability - the capacity for loving in the very modern era. It seems a fantastic place to start I need to scoop up more emily