Love is Not Enough was written over the course of the year after the suicide of Frances Gregory's mother. The poems are an investigation into the circumstantial and relational dynamics of grief as well as the bloody spectres of patriarchy and generational trauma.
This tiny beautiful book berated me, welted me with it's language, it's grief. There's certainly an immediacy to these poems, in that they seem to be written shortly after their mothers suicide. I'm impressed with it's scope, exploring grief through family narratives, parallel thought patterns, as well as GRIEF AS GENDERQUEER! Not enough books like this.
It's the first book I've read from Left Bank books as well as the first thing I've read by Francis Gregory. I'm excited to see more from both in the future. Hoping many copies of this book fall into the hands of those who need it.
I really enjoyed this poetry collection. The poet reflects on their mother's suicide and many of the circumstances before and after that shaped their understanding of the incident. Some readers, including myself, can probably relate to the sense of having to take on the adult role with a parent or parental figure.
The book was at once a lyrical expression of the "what could I have done?" feeling that often arises after a suicide, as well as a forgiveness of self and of their mother for ending her life. I would recommend, but know that it's heavy.
This book engages with the deep complexity of grieving from every conceivable angle. That is how it accomplishes its heartfelt honesty. While the particular circumstances of a mother's suicide are not a lived experience of mine, the feelings expressed and stories told remain incredibly relatable, human, and provoking. I would recommend a cup of coffee, a morning of sun and fog, a porch, and this book to anyone.
Gregory’s poetry starts off with this powerful, vicious bite, gradually easing as they take the reader along as they traverse this traumatic experience, and nothing is sugarcoated. Their writing is a hybridization of blunt and beautiful, and I kept having to pull back and just breathe for a moment.