Poetry Book Review:
If judging covers and judging books were synonymous, books like Eccentriq Love
would break the gavel. The cover looks promising with its purple face, the odd spelling of a beautiful word, and a subtitle that makes me wish I'd seen it on a chain store book shelf just so I could pay the sales tax on the deviation from normal boundaries Eccentriq promises.
Even the graphic images are appealing and give the idea that inside the smooth white pages you'll find some interesting word plays, experimental forms, and odd - or at least awkward - extensions of mental extravagances. Alas, you'll get none of that.
Instead, Eccentriq - the author's rather anomalous pen name - provides readers with some of the sappiest love poems this side of Sappho.
The book is nicely packaged and organized. Four sections titled "Love of Self," "Loving Him", "Forbidden Love", and "Lost Love" made me wish for more substance. I had high expectations that were quickly extinguished on the bar and grill of backyard failed soap opera reunions. The book is littered with unfortunate misspellings and bad grammar and is the perfect example of what can ruin a self-published author's chances of being taken seriously.
Printed on the Xlibris label and available in both hardback and soft cover, the book is 62 pages of bare naked mediocrity. Though I do appreciate Eccentriq's introduction, which offers some of the best writing in the book with this powerful first sentence: "Eccentriq Love
for me is love that deviates from the norm." Too bad the verse doesn't deviate or reach a level of abnormality or I might have liked it.
That's not to Eccentriq doesn't offer some well-written lines. One of the best poems in the book is titled "So can I worship you" and does a good job of exploring the idea of natural affections between lovers where one of the lovers seeks to place the other on an undeserved pedestal. Eccentriq is careful not to enter the realm of blasphemy even while promising to "Place you so deep in the halls of my heart that someone would have to shoot me in the left of my chest just to hurt you." But that's about as good as it gets.
One of my biggest let downs was the section titled "Forbidden Love." It only contains two poems, which makes the book weighted more toward the sappier side of amore. There are a couple of other poems in Eccentriq Love
worth reading, but you want true love, don't expect Neruda's female option.
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