I’m slightly abashed but I am developing a bit of a crush on Eileen Myles. Or at least the Eileen Myles that emerges from the pages of Inferno. I know, I know, join the club! What’s actually kind of wonderful about it though is that I am usually so jaded about who those too cool for school lesbians like (sorry, Michelle Tea) that I was very much inclined not to like Myles. But I should know better (I’m really not 13, I promise) and let the work speak for itself and speak it did: vividly, thoughtfully, with jaded self-awareness, humor, grit and sex. Of New York, of becoming a poet, a person, and a lesbian, and yes, of that other Inferno (It’s been awhile but I was completely enthralled by Pinsky’s translation). So, for those of you reading for the book club meeting on Monday, here’s a hit list of some reviews, materials, etc. and for those you not reading for the book club meeting on Monday, get a copy from OR books and just read it.
The official website
Discussion at Autostraddle with some questions we should consider
Now, pardon me while I head down to the East Village for what constitutes risky behavior in that part of town for me now: Indian food.