Novel 'Whaea Blue' by Talia Marshall: A librarian's review and an interview with the author
SILK Talia Marshall When you were born I was a spider There was a giant red ear on the ceiling Follow me follow Little fly I was sorry I had you in my web For three days I looked and looked at you and thought what is this? rapture has never been on my wish list but there you were, your firsts made the same lion talk of your father raised beside your head It was the dark O of your mouth that drew my eyes into you like vapour no, you were not the one I would eat later but the tender beads of water glistening on the web I knew I was holding onto you by a thread But the thread was strong and made of silk I hold you to me by a thread Talia Marshall released her long-awaited memoir-adjacent book, an essayistic compounding of word, memory, place, and persons. Each section of prose more emotionally whiplashing than the next, the devoutness of people who followed her work earlier on only became more steadfast. As such, the building of a librarian-founded, trippingly hallucinogenre, constellati