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Emily Ballou

Autor/a de One Blue Sock

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Obres de Emily Ballou

One Blue Sock (2007) 38 exemplars
Father Lands (2002) 32 exemplars
The Darwin Poems (2009) 11 exemplars
Aphelion : a novel (2007) 4 exemplars

Obres associades

The Penguin Book of the Ocean (2010) — Col·laborador — 20 exemplars
The Best Australian Stories 2008 (2004) — Col·laborador — 16 exemplars
The Best Australian Stories 2009 (2009) — Col·laborador — 14 exemplars
Sinister Wisdom 50: The Ethics Issue... Not! (1993) — Col·laborador — 13 exemplars

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Data de naixement
1968
Gènere
female
Nacionalitat
Australia
Lloc de naixement
Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA
Llocs de residència
Sydney, New South Wales, Australia
UK
Professions
poet
novelist
screenwriter

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Though structured and presented as a kind of biography, The Darwin Poems isn’t really a biography in the traditional sense. For one thing, there’s a lot in it that is imagined, and Ballou makes that very clear. But she also takes great care to incorporate Charles Darwin’s own ‘verse’ or journal entries and letters (poetic it is too), and there’s a deep veracity to this work that makes the reader feel like this is not only as clear-sighted a perspective on Darwin as any formal, prosaic biography, but also one which goes deeper, helping us to understand Darwin as child, lover, father, friend, on the most intimate of levels. So well written and insightful is this book, that verse now seems the most natural and obvious form for biography. The progression is fast paced, and it’s a delightful struggle for the reader to move slowly enough to savour each rich and densely packed line of carefully constructed poetry, while wanting to follow fast along the biological line from birth to death.

The book is divided into seven chronological sections and 73 poems in all. The first of the sections charts Darwin’s early life from childhood to the Cambridge years. Other sections explore Darwin’s voyage aboard the Beagle, his marriage and years at Down House, parenthood and the loss of his daughter Annie, his own illness, the development of his great works, and the later years. Each section begins with a direct quote from Darwin’s notebooks or letters. While many historical books are driven by the large scale actions of its heroes, Ballou’s Darwin is developed, as Darwin’s own theories were, thorough close observation of detail. Despite the inclusion of Darwin’s own words, this is a very feminine portrait of Darwin, discovery occurring in the smallest, most intimate pockets of life. Most of the poems take on a single reference point: generally some critical moment that had a formative effect on Darwin. Take, for example, the very first poem in the book, which begins a month after his mother’s death, when Darwin was eight years old:

No amount of plunder
no collected cache of wonders could extract
the adoration he now needed
to chase away the terrible secret
growing daily within him:
the thought
that either his father was no doctor
or God was a donkey. (“The Donkey, August 1817”)

No only does the poem trace the first moment of religious doubt brought on by a death that would later be mirrored by the death of Darwin’s daughter Annie, but couples the emotion with an evocative, sensual sense of the texture of the natural world: “black beetle carapaces, crumbling butterfly wings, pads of moss,/quartz-cored rocks/he smashed open on fence posts”. This poem made me think of Joyce’s “ineluctable modality of the audible”, with its secret naturalist thrill underlying the intense sadness and confusion. It’s a powerful combination that continues throughout the book as the boy becomes man. Regardless of the pain, action, and outward progression of the poetry's subject, each one is underscored by an intense love affair with the natural processes of life and death. This is a very personal portrait that encompasses Darwin’s wife Emma, his children, and the day to day attentions that take up most of our lives. There is humour too, in pantry lists, in jocular interchanges, in poking fun at his own odd interest in insects, or in the joyous scientific portrayal of his firstborn’s birth:

Good spec. for testing
the limits of inheritance—
& emotion in man.

I could not exactly see the heart
but felt mine skip.

Squalus Darwinii !!!
I cried
but my wife insists:

William Erasmus. (“December 27th, 1839”)

At the back of the book are extensive notes, which form a biographical backdrop to the poetry. The notes provide an interesting context for the work, bringing in a nonfiction reference point that adds depth to the more surreal intensity of the poems. I found myself reading the notes in conjunction with the poetry, and allowing both the real history and the fictional character to meld into one where the truth feels like a given. Always, throughout the book, one has the feeling that it is that deeper truth that Ballou is striving for. While The Darwin Poems is a moving biography of a man who spent his life in the pursuit of truth, in many ways it is more than a portrait of Darwin. The book poses questions that are relevant and still fresh for modern readers:

The bead of life immersed
in salt-water for forty days and forty nights
when planted, still cracks
open, pours forth
its small green life, its shootable, edible tendril,
its fingerprint of possibility.

Each poem stands alone and it is possible to read them in isolation, but whether Darwin is studying, travelling, testing hypotheses, raising children, reflecting on life and death, or dying, there is a real sense of the humanity behind the legend - something that the reader can identify with. In this portrait, within the discovery, science, and that great world changing body of work that Darwin produced, is what Ballou calls the “green need”: “I am/in the end just a body/bursting/out of its love.” The Darwin Poems is built out of that need. It's a wonderful, beautifully written book that begs to be re-read.
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maggieball | Aug 26, 2009 |
Themes: Being different, What makes you special, What is normal, Being yourself, Believing in yourself...

Once upon a time there was a boy and his name was THEO LEO...

Theo's a fairly normal boy, except of course that he eats worms...

And he only has one blue sock...

And hops around on one foot lots to save his only sock from getting holes in it...

And has a forever flapping, forever flying fluffy orange scarf...

Oh yes, and then there's his arms...

But I won't get into that, not now, not here...

As I started saying, Theo Leo is a perfectly normal boy, whatever normal looks like, perhaps normal is boring, in which case Theo Leo is anything but normal, he's not boring, he's fun, he talks to birds, he smiles lots, he enjoys life, turtles hop along after him, simple things amuse him, like flying kites, but he's not simple at all...

This is a great book about being yourself, having the courage to know who you are and to not be concerned at how others might see you. Theo Leo will teach you that being different can cause you to live an exciting life with different friends, hiding places, and... well... I don't want to ruin the story.

A fun book to read out loud and colourfully illustrated by Stephen Michael King (aka Mutt Dog) this book should be sitting beside beds of children everywhere ready for their parents to read the story of Theo Leo to them night after night after night...
… (més)
 
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djwright | May 4, 2008 |

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