I very much enjoyed my reading through of the rest of this issue of Dappled Things, in particular the poetry. Some of the Devon Balwit poems were really well done.
Reading more of this publication lately has allowed me to realize that I dislike many of the book reviews, probably more than half. The most common factor is that they try too hard. They reveal what is always the potential weakness of publications like this: the amateur writer trying too hard to create the winning metaphor, the pristine image, or the poetic prose. Perhaps it comes out in the reviews more often because they're trying to match the style or significance of the book they're trying to tell us is so good. And that's another thing: they're always telling us the book is so good.
But let not this rant obscure the fact that I enjoyed this issue quite a lot.
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