Star 67

by Gina Tron

Crank calls, cat calls, call outs, and close calls are just part of the makeup of this brave and surreal collection that examines the enactment and denial of American violence. Gina Tron will drag you through the dirt and you'll thank her for the enlightenment.

Genres: Poetry

60 pages, Paperback

Published November 11, 2020

About the author

Gina Tron is a memoirist, journalist, and poet.

Reviews

[Samantha Kolber · Rating 5 out of 5]

Star 67 is meticulously put together, with each poem leading into the next in a stellar sequence, a litany of rage and love and war and awe. The poems are violent and sticky sweet; nostalgic and star-crossed; dripping wet hot and introspective. Tron shows us her vulnerability and the violence of humanity in lines like “wave after wave / car after car / and I’m just a pebble / on a burnt beach” (from Bellicose Butterfly); and “I used to think killing / was rare / but it’s not. / It’s dotting the landscape / like pine trees / and Targets” (from Another Week in America). Do yourself a favor and read this radically observant book of poems.

[Lennie DeCerce · Rating 5 out of 5]

There is nothing Poltergeist-y about Star 67 and yet I can't get the image of Carol Anne in front of the TV out of my head. Maybe it's the static. Maybe it's the disembodied aware. Maybe it's the horror film references.

Gina Tron has done something skillful; she takes her reader on two different journeys: the words and the white space. The words take us through trauma -- casting light on the wounds and the horror and the jagged edges. Her sense of humor is undeniable. The white space brings us into her heart -- where we see the broken and more importantly -- the miraculous.

Gina Tron is a marvel and her words are meticulous. Rarely do I read a collection of poetry and experience the full spectrum of emotions. Rarely do I read a poetry collection and laugh. Read this book!! Each time you pick it up, something new will resonate.

[Egglord Bookworm]

Star 67? Not in my world. There's a telephone with spikes and some kind of knife play in the cover image but nowehere to be seen A STOUT BEER GLASS. Does she think she's being edgy? Does she think she's the Guy Fieri of indie lit?

HARD PASS.

[Hannah]

Some really vivid and nostalgic imagery in this collection, even in the poems where I don't actually have personal experience to relate--just the overall vibe of nostalgia is strong here. My favorites were "Bellicose Butterfly" and "My Vows."

[Shawna · Rating 5 out of 5]

Gina Tron’s word play is so beautiful I found myself repeating lines just to hear them again. I laughed, I cringed, I read Another Week in America twice. Star 67 is quite relatable and lets your imagination run wild. Looking forward to a pond of milk.

[Josh Dale · Rating 4 out of 5]

A *67 call back in time. One is dared to answer, and upon saying ‘Hello’ is flooded with mania of the finest degree. We’re only as busy as the next headline, pulling us away from our preconceived reality. Quite a punchy read, pun intended.