One Blood Moon for July & Other Poems
Now in this
Polynesia of parking lots
direction is hard to negotiate;
once I found a staircase
inside a supermarket, and climbed until
it led me to a hotel.
Every room was locked, every
pattern on the carpet
and curtains
disorienting
By Erich Brumback.
The Small, the Daily, and the Universal: Lauren Groff’s Fates and Furies
All three of her novels, then, depict quite explicitly the search for a way of understanding and conceptualizing the passage of time. This made me wonder whether we are still searching for replacements for Jean-François Lyotard’s “metanarratives,” lost so long ago that the narrative of that loss has itself taken on grand proportions. Is this what Groff’s work — and maybe this collection of recent “group of friends” novels — is after?
Mark West on Lauren Groff’s Fates and Furies.