Abigail Parry's second collection was supposed to be about intimacy: what it might look like in solitude, partnership and collective responsibility. Instead the poems relate to pop music, etymology, surveillance equipment and cervical examination, church architecture and beetles. Anything except what intimacy is or looks like.
Ik heb een vraag over het boek: ‘I Think We’re Alone Now - Parry, Abigail’.
Vul het onderstaande formulier in.
We zullen zo spoedig mogelijk antwoorden.
