Glimmers and Ghosts: Review of Laura Van Prooyen鈥檚听Frances of the Wider Field
by Kim Jacobs-Beck
Reviewed:听Frances of the Wider Field听(Lily Poetry Press, 2021).
In Laura Van Prooyen鈥檚听Frances of the Wider Field, time and space are slippery things, as is memory. Memory and the mysterious Frances of the title hover over the book like glimmers and ghosts seen from the corner of the eye. The book shifts back and forth between the narrator鈥檚 childhood and her present as family members age and confront illness. Good memories and unsettling ones are recalled in concrete, memorable details, and often, the narrator wonders what they mean, simply documenting rather than attaching significance to them.
In the poem 鈥淟ocation: Frances鈥� Van Prooyen gathers many of the book鈥檚 motifs: childhood, adulthood, death, voices and utterances. Trees and coins become preternatural, almost talismanic:
听 听 听 听 听 You might say,听I don鈥檛 understand,
听 听 听 听 听 And I鈥檇 say,听This is not my voice. It鈥檚 something
听 听 听 听 听 in the leaves that keeps speaking. Something that saw me
听 听 听 听 听 as a child, rubbed a coin on the sole of my foot.
听 听 听 听 听 When I say Frances, I mean a woman. I mean
听 听 听 听 听 a place. The dead cling to the land.
The wind speaks, but what it says is not clear. We don鈥檛 know why a coin was rubbed on a child鈥檚 foot. The narrator is willing to sit with ambiguity rather than searching to make sense of what Frances is, or is not.
The fading memory of the narrator鈥檚 mother is contrasted throughout with memories of growing up in a close-knit, extended family. In 鈥淓legy for My Mother鈥檚 Mind,鈥� Van Prooyen, a Chicago native, employs an image familiar to any Midwesterner as a heartbreaking metaphor: 鈥淲e鈥檙e walking inside your mind where it鈥檚 beginning to snow,/and no matter how quickly I shovel, the path will go blank.鈥� Her deft ability to bring simple images like these into emotional and situational connection is one of the strengths of the book.
Place figures strongly here too. Numerous poems are located in Van Prooyen鈥檚 hometown in the south suburbs of Chicago, which serves as the liminal edge between the urban and the rural. On one side, there are the historical onion fields, planted by European immigrant farmers long ago; on the other, the rust of听 20th-century industry, as the 鈥淭he Calumet Region鈥� shows: 鈥淲here beauty/has something to do with highway noise, with grass breaking//through the cracks, with the kicked-in door on the foreclosed home.鈥� Interspersed with scenes set at the bottom of Chicagoland are poems of Texas鈥攚armer, floral, more comfortable, yet both seem like home; this is where she chooses to make her own life: 鈥淢iss you is a street full of pecans that roll/under my feet鈥� (鈥淧ostcard from Texas鈥�).
Van Prooyen evokes all of these complexities with a reflective, almost meditative voice driven by care with the sentence鈥檚 pacing and attentive use of sensory language, in particular of the childhood tastes and smells that evoke memories: faint onion on the air, bacon frying, Sunday pot roast and gravy, metallic tang of coins on the tongue.
Frances of the Wider Field听is tender, nostalgic, and slightly surreal. Laura Van Prooyen captures the illusory quality of memories rooted in emotion. The ones that stay with us often recall powerful moments of shame, grief, or joy, yet the tone throughout is calm and reflective, showing the distance in time and place from the moments recalled. These poems are a finely-polished series of delicate meditations on the everyday.
听is professor of English at the University of Cincinnati Clermont College. She is the author of a chapbook,听Torch听(Wolfson Press). Her reviews can be found in听Constant Critic/Fence, The Rumpus, Los Angeles Review, Gigantic Sequins, Crab Creek Review, Barrelhouse, Drunk Monkeys,听and听drizzle review,听among others. Her poems can be found in听West Trestle Review,听Nixes Mate,听Gyroscope,听Apple Valley Review, SWWIM Every Day,听and听roam literature,听among others. She is the founder and editor-in-chief of Milk & Cake Press.