"The experience of reading Jane Chance's Only Begetter is akin to watching a surrealist florist weave a wreath of unexpected objects: taxable laughter, eyes that 'glimmer like bruised prunes,' a coughing caterpillar, and 'a mean seamstress' to name just a few. And yet these playful, varied ornaments are festooned along a sturdy branch of literary tradition that references Ovid, Eden, and Flannery O'Conner. What is pleasurable about Chance's poetry...
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