A significant step in a new direction on Lifshin’s part. Instead of somewhat straight narrative now we are being treated to a new, experimental, avant-garde style that is similar to other high-art Lyns like Lynne Savitt and Lynn Strongin.
The irony is that the sketchy nature of the reality that Lifshin presents is as (or even more) moving than full-narrative. You move inside the tortured soul of the poet directly into her edge-of-explictness feelings and find the same sorts of fractured worlds inside yourself. If Freud had been a Rimbaud-influenced poet.....
