Title: "Noise," not Art
Product review: This book, as anyone well read enough to catch the link between the title and the line in T.S. Eliot's The Wasteland is made aware, is heavily dependent upon other poets and writers for its content and effect. In short, it's not very original. Indeed, the last page in the book contains two concluding allusions to a poem by Ezra Pound. I suppose Ms. Smart either hoped nobody would notice them; or, if they did, to consider her ever so clever for conjoining her work with Mr. Pound's. -Either way, one doesn't get the feel that one is reading anything moving or original here.In lieu of this derivative and misguided work, I would recommend the masterwork of a novella that Ms. Smart is obviously trying to emulate-Nightwood by Djuna Barnes. This book isn't really a work of art, but as the narrator herself puts is, "The noise of my inside seas."----And don't call her Ishmael.
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