Brood by Jackie Polzin
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
CW: Before the book begins, the narrator had a miscarriage, and it
doesn't get mentioned right away so I don't want anyone to be surprised.
(I knew from other discussion I'd seen.)
Small, internal, pondering books are my salvation in the last year.
one reads like lyric essay or memoir, like Annie Dillard. It combines
observation and real life with a few memorable characters, and like Moby
Dick (facts about whales!) it is about chickens, but it also isn't.
felt the weird sense of disconnect to humans and clinging to these
chickens as something that makes sense, a weird sense of surreality in
trying to make sense of what life will be now, what does living mean, a
deep unknowing of the self (but wanting to.) Sometimes connecting to
chickens is the one thing you have, so then what happens if they don't
survive? The author uses the word brood about her chickens, her absent
child, but also I think the way we use that word to mean agonizing
contemplation - or as Google wants to define it, "to think deeply about
something that makes one unhappy."
This won't be for everyone, but it was for me.
I had a copy of this book from the publisher through NetGalley; it came out March 9th.
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