Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur (Createspace, 2014)
Synopsis: milk and honey is a collection of poetry and prose about survival. It is about the experience of violence, abuse, love, loss, and femininity. It is split into four chapters, and each chapter serves a different purpose, deals with a different pain, heals a different heartache. milk and honey takes readers through a journey of the most bitter moments in life and finds sweetness in them because there is sweetness everywhere if you are just willing to look.
Review: 15 / 100
before I begin on totally hating the novel, here are some poems I saved and really enjoyed! :
with your solitude
love made the danger
in you look like safety
my favorite thing about you is your smell
you smell like
a little more
human than the rest of us
he asks me what i do
i tell him i work for a small company
that makes packaging for–
he stops me midsentence
not not what you do to pay the bills
what drives you crazy
what keeps you up at night
This would have been so much better if it had been written in a broader, less self-indulgent way. I have learned a lot about myself and the art I want to make through trials and discovering what makes the most sense to me: don't show yourself in your work.
It took me so long to separate myself from my work with the idea of having to appear in it, what I have come to realize is that I can have the best of both worlds. The author hasn't discovered that a person can put themselves into their work without it being obvious. I will tell you the cold hard truth: no one really cares about the emotions of another person. Everyone is so caught up in their own lives that sometimes there is just no capacity to care for anyone but ourselves. I admire that Rupi mentioned that in the last part of the book (interlaced with all of the feminism speak... blah), but I think that this healing process for her could have been written completely differently and less from her CONTRADICTORY experiences.
I want to commend the author on the beautiful language she used, but I want to condemn the way she used it. It all seemed too focused on the people who brought her down rather than making it something that anyone reading the book could relate to. The author seemed to single out these people in such a way that it didn't even become something I could whole heartedly relate to. She made all of the men in her life sound terrible, yet there are great men out there. It is so easy to tear down the male sex now a days that it just isn't even enjoyable to read.
Her writing was beautiful, just make it something a little more engaging next time? This may have gotten me into poetry though!