Portrait of a Body in Wreckages – prose- Meghan McClure

Portrait of a Body in Wreckages
Meghan McClure
Newfound, 2017

*Winner of the 2017 Newfound Prose Prize


The body is always late. – {from} PLACES  l l parts

Dreaming perhaps that her nameless double has fact-checked the nightmare, Meghan McClure, in her book Portrait of a Body in Wreckages, fearlessly rejects the foreign scholarship of all things body and asks the reader to love more than once any form seeking to be made whole at the altars of explanation, inquiry, and wakefulness. It is an undertaking imbued with vulnerability, and McClure is able to make a beggar of scar and a chooser of skin. I have a young son who is very ill, who is not his illness, and there were passages in this work that returned him for me to the image made in his voiceover. To that common angel of before-we-knew. This book is a place, and makes of place an unmappable return. In that, Wreckages is a thing so touched it manages to be both arrival and exodus. After reading, I felt I knew a bit more of care as a form of worship, and how to mourn that care without missing too terribly the invisibly exiting agnostic.


review by Barton Smock


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