This is a book of recognitions about men and women, about pronouns pronouncing "our voices," about undeliverable utopias arriving COD. "I am the narrator in whose accident I speak."--"I" am spoken by (a? the?) narrator in (his?) accident? accent? At any rate, I am speaking what speaks and it speaks to and through me as it does to you now. It preceded you. You were born into it. It follows you around. It follows me. Follow this: "I was the one from which I am returning." "someone is a direct object." "They are having trouble remembering their plot." "I overheard her describing my life in his voice."--Tom Beckett
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #1,
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