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YesYes Books, 2022.
“‘As a girl, I never / saw a woman / who looked like me,’ Shelley Wong writes in this steadfast and assured debut, ‘I had to invent her.’ And it’s this very faith in self-manifestation that makes these poems accrue towards bold, prescient, and lasting architectures of being and feeling; they not only depict but think themselves into existence, which make them more than the sum of their parts, more than just an invention of ‘hers’ or ‘womanhood,’ but a quietly profound indictment of contemporary culture. And yet, what’s most indelible about Wong’s circumventing and vexed forays into the big questions, is her careful and tender rendering of our joys.” — Ocean Vuong, author of Time Is a Mother
YesYes Books, 2022.
“‘As a girl, I never / saw a woman / who looked like me,’ Shelley Wong writes in this steadfast and assured debut, ‘I had to invent her.’ And it’s this very faith in self-manifestation that makes these poems accrue towards bold, prescient, and lasting architectures of being and feeling; they not only depict but think themselves into existence, which make them more than the sum of their parts, more than just an invention of ‘hers’ or ‘womanhood,’ but a quietly profound indictment of contemporary culture. And yet, what’s most indelible about Wong’s circumventing and vexed forays into the big questions, is her careful and tender rendering of our joys.” — Ocean Vuong, author of Time Is a Mother
