A review by fridgebuzznow
Inferno by Eileen Myles

4.0

This book blurs all sorts of lines. I have no idea which parts are fiction or memoir, but it doesn’t matter. What matters is what Myles is trying to get out: That she left Boston for New York to become a poet in the 1970s, and what poetry means to her. The most important thing. There are many accounts of being “collected” by the rich, becoming a pet to those who don’t (and could not) understand what drives her. The words blur between prose and poetry, between autobiography and dream, all exploring the nature of creating art, and what it means to be a poet.