Review: Easter Rabbit by Joseph Young

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The tiny pieces collected in this volume, averaging around 35 words in length, offer up implications of broader narratives. In remarkably few letters, Young presents people and their physical and emotional locations.

There is the feel of haiku to some of these pieces – the invisible, the taken-for-granted, rendered in precise and unexpected ways. Yet more importantly there is the occurrence of epiphany to the very human characters of Easter Rabbit – bone-crushing epiphanies, as when a man realizes that the same voice sounds “not unlike his lover, his mother, a wounded horse.”

Young delineates, faintly but nonetheless viscerally, the obsessions and terrors of the unnamed “he”s and “she”s and “they”s that people this book, their acts of remembering, their plumb lines and chalk, their approach to the edges of the idea of their own mortality.

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