![]() ![]() In “The Blue Dress,” for instance, Chang wonders, At the same time, the poems contained in this collection document the always-new pain that we experience as we grieve. In its form-a series of obituaries on everything from “My Father’s Frontal Lobe” to “Friendships” to “America”-it asserts that loss, in its pervasiveness or its persistence, could become pedestrian, something we go through constantly. So why, one could say, be afraid of death, when death comes all the time?” She immediately counters him: “Updike must not have watched someone slowly suffocating.” OBIT, Chang’s litanaic barrage of elegies responding, primarily, to a mother’s death and a father’s stroke, is able to contain both of these impulses. In her newest poetry collection, OBIT, Victoria Chang quotes John Updike, who wrote, “Each day, we wake slightly altered, and the person we were yesterday is dead. ![]()
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