Poetry. A Gurlesque remix of Roland Barthes' classic study of the language of love, MY LOVER'S DISCOURSE is an eclectic handbook for desire in its many forms. In prose and verse, definition and drama, this wry compendium takes up the proposition that Barthes' treatise is ripe for a redo--whereas his is male, French, and esoteric, this one is female, American, and tacky. Fresh in both senses, it retraces the steps of an interior "She rants. She begs. She tergiversates on virginity, ceilings, maenads, blow jobs, room service, Sappho, amusement parks, and Medusa. She gets in hot water. She goes swimming."
I feel bad because I think I’m the first to review this so there’s nothing to balance my 2-star rating but this was really disappointing. I expected this to be more in conversation with the Barthes text but it actually felt unrelated (or more accurately, the connections felt forced and tenuous). And as a text standing on its own, I didn’t find it very interesting either.