Book
Review by JL Kato
Title: Water the Moon
Author: Fiona Sze-Lorrain
Publisher: Marick Press
Price: $14.95
Release date: November 29,
2009
ISBN 10: 1-934851-12-4
ISBN 13: 978-1-934851-12-8
The poem “My Grandmother Waters the Moon” combines
Chinese cuisine and history. In the narrative, we learn that the “moon” is a small
cake, with green tea poured over it. But we also learn that in A.D. 1368, Chu
Yuan-chang had messages secretly baked into moon cakes instructing rebels to
push back the ruling Mongol armies on a certain date. That revolt was the
beginning of the Ming Dynasty. So, besides being a delicious snack, the moon
cake nourishes a need to define a cultural identity. And that’s how most of the
poems reveal themselves in Fiona Sze-Lorrain’s first collection, Water the Moon. Bite into the rich
imagery, the sensuous texture and the hypnotic rhythms of the language, and the
hungry reader is more than likely to devour unexpected pleasures.
That transformation is described in “Claustrophobia,” in
which the narrator voices her discomfort with a painting. Here’s how her husband
changes her opinion of the artwork:
Why did he place it in our bedroom?
Once
he saw how I skulked past it,
perspiring
and tense,
a
startled prey,
he took my trembling hands and sat
down with me.
Sipping a cup of hot Darjeeling tea,
he waited patiently for cherry blossoms
to flower hilly before us,
white pigments to melt into snowflakes.
Water the Moon is
divided into three sections. The first, “Biography of Hunger,” concentrates on
her childhood family and Chinese heritage, including the lingering effects of
Mao Tse-tung (though Sze-Lorrain was born in Singapore and would have barely
remembered Mao, if at all). The second part, “Dear Paris,” delves into her
Paris milieu (the Columbia University graduate now lives in France). The third
section, “The Key Always Opens,” pays homage to such artists as Van Gogh,
Jean-Baptiste Auguste Clésinger or Edward Steichen. (Sze-Lorrain plays the
piano and guzheng, or Chinese
zither.)
The
third section is the most entertaining. Here, Sze-Lorrain opens up and has some
fun with the language, even on occasion using puns. For example, in the third
section, tears or crying act as a leitmotif:
■ In
“Mysticism for a False Beginner” (about Einstein’s Theory of Relativity):
“Tears. Salt that anoints, contains a life/and can redeem. Tears
imagine/themselves as rain, drops from the sky/flowering into light.”
■ In
“Larmes” (based on a photo by Man Ray): “Each tear contains a lake.”
■ In
“We’ll Always Have Her” (about Edith Piaf): “Ashen roses, she sings as Paris
skies. Tears/dismantle sleep and fall as autumn leaves.”
■ In
“Apologia to Dora”: “Guernica, Guernica
… where is our Weeping Woman?”
■ In
“A Lot Had Happened: A Five Act Play” (channeling Gertrude Stein): “That is a
cry that cries and cries a cry. Someone is crying that cries the cry of many
cries./That is the lady who is crying./Can you see her tears? They tear and
tear the tears of many tearing tears./A tear in a cry and a cry in a tear. A
tear with a cry and a cry with a tear./A cry tears./It is tearing.”
The
last two poems of the collection, “Stage Fright” and “Instructions: No Meeting
No World,” seem to chronicle the artistic maturation of the poet and
musician—nagging self-realizations that give way to confidence. With its
three-part structure, Water the Moon
journeys from Asian past to Paris present, then bridges the two with
meditations on cultural icons, concluding with the poet’s hopeful place in the
pantheon. Applaud this audacious, shoot-for-the-moon mentality.
For a sample of Fiona
Sze-Lorrain’s poetry, check the Tipton Poetry Journal’s web site at http://tiptonpoetryjournal.com/tpj11/aart.htm. Writing under the nom de plume Greta Aart, her poem
“The Way Faith Happens” appeared in the Fall 2008 issue.
JL Kato is a former newspaper copy editor who writes about
recovering his lost Japanese heritage. His poems have appeared in such
publications as Paterson
Literary Review, Arts & Letters: Journal of Contemporary Culture,
and the Tipton Poetry Journal. He
lives in Beech Grove, Indiana.