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Book Review: The Night is My Own by Freya Holloway

The Night is My Own

by Freya Holloway

4/5 stars

The debut collection from Freya Holloway is a powerful stream of consciousness. Her heart pours onto the page “like smoke forever gracing fingertips.” These borrowed lines from her poem, My Beautiful Illusion, speak volumes. Each page is a smoke of new emotion, inhaled. I thoroughly enjoyed reading her classical and modern styles converge through prose, free-verse, and haiku. Occasionally, I might have wished the prose to be broken-up into smaller stanzas, but I imagine it came to the author in such a way. Please, do yourself a favor and buy this book.

Ditmars Mystery Theater

Many years ago when I was growing up my grandmother read me, my brother, and my sister pages from a book with no title and no author. We never bother asking about it because we were kids and assumed, wrongly, that every child had the same book. Years passed, we lost grandma, and grandpa fell ill.

We found pages from the stories grandma read in a manila envelope. Whether she left it in the desk drawer or grandpa put it there we never got the chance to ask.

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Having nothing to go on but words and titles from stories, Google offered few results. It took a few years before anything was found. I discovered the stories were from an author named Agnes Grozier Hebertson and the book was titled Sing Song Stories. There wasn’t much else and it was long since out of print.

It took another two years and the help of my librarian friend Sam Dailey to find a bookseller overseas with a copy. I am extremely grateful and hope these stories from my childhood help keep my grandparent’s memory alive and well.

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