Unraveling at the Name

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Summary: Poems of 'self'
Review: I really wanted to like this book. It contains a few magic moments, and the poet unquestionably demonstrates agility and skill within these formal works.

But overall, the poems were a disappointment. They don't live up to the famous Rabbi Akiba epigraph, "If I am not for myself, who will be for me?/ If I am only for myself, who am I?/ If not now, when?"

It's a risky venture, exposing deeply personal discoveries to the public.

Unfortunately the risks taken here never break out of a vapid self-centeredness into the universal language that all poetry seeks and successful poetry attains. Skip it. Alyssa A. Lappen

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Summary: singing the stories history hides
Review: Jenny Factor's often deceptively casual poems wear their prosodic mastery lightly, combining formal fluency and personal urgency, fulfilling a will to make form out of feeling: "This life I've written out and can control." Unraveling at the Name revolves, unravels even, around a remarkable set of skewed sonnet sequences about love requited and un- (and love's various alibis and substitutes), desire and sex and their often awkward relationship (what Factor calls the "urgency of appetite"), marriage, coming out and learning to come, lesbian motherhood, and loneliness. A canzone about fisting informs us that "Forms/binds. Form combines. Form liberates," and this book demonstrates the ways in which all of these propositions can be true, simultaneously and in turn. "My story's underneath this history./Turn off the radio. I want to sing," Factor writes, and sing she does.

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Summary: Best when it avoids the therapy aspect.
Review: Jenny Factor, Unraveling at the Name (Copper Canyon, 2002)

Jenny Factor is a good poet, and a formal poet, an increasingly rare beast these days. The craft which which the poems in this collection are assembled is beyond reproach. But, as the editor of a literary magazine once wrote me on one of many thousands of rejection slips, "the craft is good, but I suspect it's art you're after." The art is where Factor's book is lacking. Not always, mind you, but in a number of places.

The main problem is that Unraveling at the Name is, and is obviously, mostly poetry-as-therapy, poems that were written for the purpose of helping the poet get through something, and as such are just sort of there. It's an old truism that each of us thinks our own life is far more interesting than anyone else will, and the reason old truisms still exist is because, in general, they're true. Weight is added to this argument by what little material there is in this book that doesn't have to do with Factor's leaving her family to pursue her bisexual side; every once in a while she stops to consider something in nature, or writes something simple about her son at play, and all the glory that formal poetry is capable of comes shining through. Those small gems are reason enough for the poetry reader to go looking for this book, because they are truly fantastic pieces of work. You've got some slogging to do to get to them, though. ** ½

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Summary: poems of formal grace and beauty
Review: This is a *perfect* first book -- tight, thoughtful, eloquent. Jenny Factor creates a poetry-novella. Her speaker redefines herself and in the process meditates on the nature of shapes and transformation in poems that are carefully shaped and transforming. The book is also, unexpectedly fun and naughty. Personable and smart. And a quick read. Bravely anchored in the gritty stuff but hinged to the tranforming moment. Like folk song. Zen meditation. Or a pulp novel. Factor turns over the raw facts of sexual awakening, each time with shifting nuances and emphases.