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Jill Bialosky was born in Cleveland, Ohio. She studied at Ohio University and received and M.A. in Writing Seminars at Johns Hopkins University, as well as an M.F.A. from the uNiversity of Iowa. She is an editor at W.W. Norton and lives in New York City with her husband and son.

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Image credit: Author Jill Bialosky at the 2017 Texas Book Festival. By Larry D. Moore, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=63995430

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Associated Works

My Little Red Book (2009) — Avustaja — 162 kappaletta
The Best American Poetry 2016 (2016) — Avustaja — 101 kappaletta
The Jewish Writer (1998) — Avustaja — 52 kappaletta
Cleveland Noir (2023) — Avustaja — 24 kappaletta
Good Roots: Writers Reflect on Growing Up in Ohio (2006) — Avustaja — 22 kappaletta

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Bialosky, Jill
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female
Kansalaisuus
USA
Syntymäpaikka
Cleveland, Ohio, USA
Asuinpaikat
New York, New York, USA
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Here's what I wrote in 2011 about this read: "Engrossing and informative. Insightful to how people can be marked forever by the suicide of a loved one, and that pursuit of understanding and peace can last decades. A thought-provoking, valuable read."
 
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MGADMJK | 11 muuta kirja-arvostelua | Aug 28, 2023 |
In History Of A Suicide the author Jill Biaosky, gives us a tragic, touching and very moving account of her sister Kim's suicide. Just how much Jill loved her sister becomes immediately clear. But what eventually also becomes very clear is just how much Jill Biasosky loves poetry. It seems like every other page she inserts a piece a poetry. We get Shakespeare, T.S Elliot, Dante and many other celebrated poets. But then she also included many of her own poems. And for me, all these poems absolutely killed the narrative because she often wasted time giving her interpretations of these poems rather than telling us more about her sister.… (lisätietoja)
 
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kevinkevbo | 11 muuta kirja-arvostelua | Jul 14, 2023 |
Incredible novel about living in words, being inspired by Greek and Roman mythology, living with centuries of Western civilization's male-centric hierarchy and fighting to be one's own true self, all told within the story of a middle-aged teacher awaiting the publication of her latest book of poems and a promised review in the New York Times. That her book is centered in the myth of Leda and the Swan displays the author's willingness to confront nuance, more than one way of looking at something and the lies people tell themselves as well as others.… (lisätietoja)
 
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Perednia | Aug 28, 2022 |
Fifty-four years ago on a May morning, I arrived at my high school to be waylaid by friends. They told me a boy of our acquaintance had had an “accident.” Shortly afterward, another friend told me that he was found dead the previous evening, in his family home’s garage, the car running and the doors closed.

Spring of 1968 had seen the deaths of Martin Luther King, Jr. and Robert F. Kennedy. And now, this boy, the step-son of my favorite teacher, a boy I admired, was dead. Add to this mix my mother’s entering the hospital, and finding her medications were harming her, she was taken off them, resulting in illness, weight loss, hair loss. Summer found me depressed.

Some years later I realized that every spring I was haunted by those deaths and near deaths. And in 1986, I wrote a poem about this boy become a ghost, “who could not rest nor resurrect,” rising each spring to “melt my fortress forgetfulness.”

such an act will always remain…up to the ones left behind to…yet the hauntings…could be prevented in the first place. XXXIII

Every April, a requiem, a re-awakening of dawn, the same chorus & players. The garage door sealed, gas turned on & the girl… XXXV

from Asylum by Jill Bialosky
Jill Bialosky’s poems deeply affected me. The loss of her younger sister to suicide permeates these poems.

“Why couldn’t I save her,” she asks in CII. As I had wondered about this boy, who would come into the school newspaper room and argue and talk with our teacher, holding his camera. He was older, smarter, outgoing. A friend asked him if he would date me, and he said he would consider it if he didn’t have a girlfriend. Could I have saved him if we were together? Two years later I had another class with his stepfather, a brilliant, progressive teacher. I could not connect the suicide with this man. I had heard that the boy and his dad argued. Could my teacher have prevented his death?

XXXII
Like just awaking
drenched, they persist,
ghosts in our poems,
ghosts in our imaginations,
ghosts in our waking hours, ghosts
who elude philosophers, poets,
scientists, psychiatrists,
therapists & doctors, ghosts
who perpetuate,
who guileless,
will not keep quiet,
who preside over the populace,
& unknowingly rob
the living, ghosts,
who made their own house
their gallows, Dante says,
will never rest.

Asylum by Jill Bialosky

I left my ghost behind after naming it. Then, I hardly knew that boy. Bialosky lost a sister. They shared a life. Her ghost remains. “What if it is those who survive who never rest?” she asks in LXII.

Other ghosts haunt her. Those lost in the Holocaust. George Floyd. The immigrant children in pens, those seeking asylum and safety finding cages and no sanctuary. Winters become a memory. A baby dies in a fire. The virus and quarantine.

And yet life persists. Pollen thickening the air. The diseased tree cut down sends up sprouts. “things hidden from us,” to which “we mist surrender our trust, the flap of a butterfly wing, for instance, could change the balance of the universe.” (X)

IXX describes listening to a concert that included Johann Strauss II’s waltz Artist’s Life, “composed after Austria’s defeat in battle,/the melody meant to infuse breath into bleakness, elegy into declaration/creation into harmony,/even in a time of ravage & war.”

I listened to Artist’s Life, the hesitation and flowering into happiness and joy, the drama of it, the pure joy of it.

There is pain in these lines. “Abandon hope all ye who enter here” stands at the gates of Dante’s hell, but could also refer to being alive. And yet…life persists, and that alone gives us hope.

I received a free book from the publisher. My review is fair and unbiased.
… (lisätietoja)
 
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nancyadair | 1 muu arvostelu | Aug 4, 2022 |

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