This Hall of Several Tortures by Reuben Woolley Random House creating what she calls in

creating what she calls in Ban en Banlieue (2015) a ‘Literature that is not made from literature’

close attention: ‘…the chief of police/facedown in a pool of Coca-Cola

abandoning the lyric voice for a collective register

they're all here

This Hall of Several Tortures by Reuben Woolley Random House creating what she calls inIve never read a collection where the spacing between words works so well. That phrase is so often a cliche, but not here. The sense of haunting, of an absence (i dance on horizons and dont cast shadows) then a fleeting presence is handled brilliantly, with the reader aware (just enough) of multiple voices. The repeated she said is used eerily and almost hypnotically, and the writing has moments of intense beauty, but never enough to settle the