"Singer takes you along for a ride, reproducing memories through storytelling, and in her expertise as a historian, she grounds the story in history and its artifacts."
Dancing between wisdom and wise-ass, Jeong knows how to deliver a punchline and how to deliver blows. Her honesty is brutal and refreshing.
. . . When was the last time, even in the company of the most surly bookseller or librarian that you could honestly say that you’ve picked up a book with no idea what to expect? Such is the experience of beginning Elemental; we’re entirely at the mercy of this assortment of writers and translators.
Destruction in Wang’s dreams looks like the morning after an absolute banger but the broken glass, the trash piles all bleed out into the city, where we realize the buildings, too, have been destroyed. One particular dream of a destroyed city reoccurs in Wang’s poems, one in which from out of the shell of a building grows a large glowing coral tree