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Cora Fry's Pillow Book
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by Rosellen Brown
Sales Rank : 2649065
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Paperback: 192 pages
Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux January 31, 1996
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0374524432
ISBN-13: 978-0374524432
Product Dimensions:
8.4 x 5.5 x 0.5 inches
Shipping Weight: 8 ounces
From Publishers Weekly
This edition contains Cora Fry, first published in 1977, and a new sequel, Cora Fry's Pillow Book. In the original poem, a dramatic monologue narrated by Cora, a young mother and forbearing wife living in rural New Hampshire, Brown's language is as lean and spare as a piece of Shaker furniture. Cora tells the story of her unhappy marriage and the grind of her daily life with a flinty Yankee terseness and stoicism; there is no place in her world for self-pity or self-indulgence. Brown's (Civil Wars) depiction of the emotionally and materially pinched lives of working-class New Englanders is reminiscent of Wharton's Ethan Frome: she portrays the drama of the hard-bitten landscape and its inhabitants with a withering accuracy. Unfortunately, the poetry of the later Cora has acquired a kind of middle-aged spread; the chiseled lines have been replaced by an expansive language that tells more than it shows. The watchful, rebellious, tough Cora has aged into a gentler, more compliant materfamilias still married to the repressed "Fry" and devoted to her grown children and hapless neighbors. Fans of Brown's poem will no doubt be gratified by this newsy update of life in Oxford, New Hampshire, even though it lacks the sharp-edged poetry that made the original memorable.
Copyright 1994 Reed Business Information, Inc.
--This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
Product Review
All He Places
All The Men %are On The Plows
All These Years, Through Many Colors, It's Been The Carty
And Nan Is Old
And Nathan Bing -- He Looked
And Now, And Now
Anita Said, When You Finally Stop
The Boston Bus
The Carroll Stitts Are Moving. Moving
Carrots And Peas, Beans And Brussels Sprouts
Chip Thinks People Stop
Chip, Remember This
The Closets Are Going To Explode
Coming Home Late From Work
Cora Fry %i Said
Did You Know During
Dogs Dream %fry Tells Me. Trapper Lies
Everyone's Lives Have Begun To Look Alike
The Fight Flares Up Fast, Like A Barbecue Catching
The First Frost
Five Poems From Cora Fry: 3.
Five Poems From Cora Fry: 4.
Five Poems From Cora Fry: 5.
Fry In Boston
Fry Says A Word
Fry Says I'm Like A Baby Doctor
Fry Takes %the Sleeping Babies
Fry's Hands Have Life Lines
Gardenia Skin
Good As They Get, I Think -- A Fine Feisty Girl
Grandmother Rule
He Was Smiling, Leaning
He's Moved On
The Hymns Are A Gentle Hand
I Always Envied Lucy Mc Carthy's
I Am Concentrating
I Can't Say I Didn't Cry For A Week
I Catch The Tomato
I Forget It's Strange How Fog Seeps Out Of The River
I Go On Sunday
I Go To Work Because It Pays
I Hate To Think How We Make Do: It's Me And Prance The Cat
I Hit The Tree
I Left Work %in Good Light
I Saw Chickering Webb Today
I Squint To Understand
I Thought It Would Be Just
I Used To Stroke My Strong Brown Calves
I Watch My Cousin Valerie
I Wouldn't Feel This Way Because Of Sex
I'm Leaving %say Goodbye
I. Fry Calls Them The Ladies
I. Fry, I Said % When He Touched Me On
I. I'm Listening, I Said
'i. So Fry -- Surprise! -- Has Overheard My Dreams
I. The Night My Cousin Fran Sits Weeping
I. There Seems To Be A Shadow. They Want Another
Ii. For Now %it Won't. Somebody Else
Ii. I Thought I'd
Ii. Nan Has Questions, Though: How
Ii. There Was Once Another Of Us At The Table. What
Ii. This Wasn't, By A Long Shot, Finished Yet
Ii. Who'd Have Guessed The Windex-colored Water
In My Dream I Was In A Place That Had No Weather
In The Fall Dark
In This Sun
Inside This Pearl Of Snow
It Seemed To Fall More Than Once A Year
It's Only The Ones I Catch In A State
Joe Fox %sent His Kids Away
Last Night I Had This Dream
Linda Swain, My Old Friend
Look, Nan, The %first Shy Snow
The Mailman, Drew Teague
The Man Smells Some Desperation
March And The Ice Is Breaking Up In The Brook Out Back
Me Buttoned Into My Flannel
Mom Looks At Her Hands
The Moonless Night
Mortgage The House
Mother Said Marriage
Muskrat, Muskrat %trapped At The Tooth
My Caterpillar
My Children Nuzzle Me
My Children Won't Remember Me The Way
My Cousin Norb Died In A Tree
My Father %says Choice Rots
My Father Looks Away From Me
My Mother Didn't Talk Much
My White Gown
Nan Curled In My Lap
Nan Goes To The Cemetery
Nan Holds My Hand Until We Come To The Heavy
No Ambulance %no Scrooo-reee - Go
Not The Inches Around My Waist
Notes For The Move
Now I Know How To Survive The City
Now That There's Nothing To Do But Keep The Graves
The Old Witch Thrusts One Hand, To The Elbow
Once A Miister Who Lived In His House Went Out
One Bad Winter
Our Families, Fry's And Mine, Are Twined
Rain-logged %tear-logged
Remember The Flood? Oh, Nan -- Remember The Vicious Water
Reverend Merman
Rumor Grows Green And Thick As A Lawnful Of Clover
The Salesmen's Convention
Saturday: Every Steel Bolt In The Store
She Wouldn't Let Him Go. When My Father Died
The Sun Rises On Another Chance
That Table %white Oblong
That's What They're For, Nan
Thelma Was The One In Our Class Most Likely To
They Can %put You Back Together
They Do Gnaw Me
They Need A Sign: No Mothers In The Body Shop
They Way They Tell It: How They Used To
Thicker, More Tapered
Three Months Into Nothing To Do
Trundling Home
A Tv Crew Is Sucking Oxford To It
The Two Of Them Approach, So Slow
Up The Road Over Snow Brook
Up To East
We Found The Gravestone
We Watch Them Hoist A Streetlamp
The Weekend Shift
What An Old %dull Story
What Are Friends For, My Mother Asks
When I Was A Child, I Hated
When My Mother Took To Her Bed
When The Snow
When They Say, The Bottom's Fallen Out
Which Would He Choose
Why Do We Need The Public Gardens
Yes, His Head Leaves That Deep Dent In The Pillow
-- Table of Poems from Poem Finder®
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