Notes for a review on Danielle Pafunda's My Zorba

It's very tempting to get all Lacanian.

... (I just went to put the clothes in the dryer, and now I've lost my train of thought)...

But I won't get all Lacanian. Nor will I use the word subjectivity too much, but I will use it.

I should probably say "sex" somewhere in the review.

Probably I will also say "fracture" or "fractured," but I'd like to think of a better word.

Also, I will talk about puns and sound.

I've been reading a review copy of Danielle Parfunda's My Zorba (Bloof, 2008). The diction is more domestic than Glenum's Hounds of No and less blatantly grotesque--though there's still plenty of ovaries and medical treatments (not so many explosions or references to mucus membranes). I'm enjoying the energy on the level of the line.