The Duress of Solitude in Karen Solie’s “The Caiplie Caves” – Chicago Review of Books

The Duress of Solitude in Karen Solie’s “The Caiplie Caves” – Chicago Review of Books

[ad_1] In the wildlands of the North – in Canada, on the Scottish seaboard near Fife, on the cold, metaphysical plains of the isolated soul – the poems from Karen Solie’s The Caiplie Caves live, move, and have their being.  And this being is complex, a multipartite body composed of ages medieval and post-modern, secular and spiritual, … Read more

A Meditation on Noticing in “A Memory of the Future” – Chicago Review of Books

A Meditation on Noticing in “A Memory of the Future” – Chicago Review of Books

[ad_1] Eihei Dōgen Zenji—the Japanese founder of what remains one of the most vital sects within Zen Buddhism, the Sōtō school—wrote the Sansui kyō, the “Mountains and Rivers Sutra” at his Kyoto monastery Kōshōhōrin-ji in the autumn of 1240. A poetic rumination on the foundational co-dependence within all of nature, this sutra has long been … Read more

Coming of Age in “Sin Eater” – Chicago Review of Books

Coming of Age in “Sin Eater” – Chicago Review of Books

[ad_1] Megan Campisi’s novel Sin Eater introduces us to an alternate universe, one reminiscent in many ways of Tudor England, in which certain food items are eaten for the symbolic absolution of a dying person’s sins (a practice not unknown to past Christian communities). For example, pickled cucumber for idleness, roast pigeon for thieving, a rabbit’s heart … Read more

Every Kind of Love Going – Chicago Review of Books

Every Kind of Love Going – Chicago Review of Books

[ad_1] It’s a dream many of us have had. Stepping through the gauzy curtains of the subconscious, we emerge in an unfamiliar place — a school, a restaurant, a church we’ve never attended — and, after an apprehensive look around, are approached by a strange person who calls us by name. Cue dread, perhaps even … Read more

A Struggle for Faith, for Understanding, for Acceptance – Chicago Review of Books

A Struggle for Faith, for Understanding, for Acceptance – Chicago Review of Books

[ad_1] At the beginning of his latest collection of poetry, Survival Is A Style, Christian Wiman lays out the territory that serves as the setting for his verse, a less-than-concrete fabric he deftly fingers throughout: “I need a space for unbelief to breathe.”  This God-spaced hole hangs heavily over Wiman’s oeuvre. In this new collection, … Read more