Dreams, Delusions, ChimerasWritten by Angela Pardue
(Self-Published - 8/26/2014)Genres: Poetry
Format: Paperback (118 pages)
Source: Author or Agent
Dreams, Delusions,Chimeras is the debut collection of poems and short stories from Angela Pardue.
"It is no longer safe to sleep -- my eyelids have caged terrible things."
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A handful of years ago, I used to spend a LOT of time on a website called COLOURlovers. Creating color palettes is fun, but what really hooked me on that site was that you could claim colors as your own. If you were the first person to use a color, you got to name it. My absolute favorite thing was making a pretty palette and using the names of the colors to experiment with word play, writing little poems.
My favorite type of poetry is like that: short and vivid. Like when you go to one of those fancy gourmet restaurants and they serve you tiny portions because they’re so satisfying and delicious that you don’t need any more than that. The poems in Dreams, Delusions, Chimeras are just the same. Each one, a scene and story in of its own. Each one, a new treasure, easily seeping its way right into my mind’s eye.
There is something so enticing about words that let you feel another person’s shadowed self. Recognizing the familiarity of it, relishing in the voyeurism, letting your imagination swirl with the wonder of the things left unmentioned. (Or is it just me?) “Dreams, Delusions, Chimeras” is such a fitting title for this book, and the simple and elegant darkness of the cover is just the right representation of its contents. Darkness and words — the rest is left for you to imagine (what does the monster in the closet look like in your mind?).
The last portion of the book also has a handful of short stories, which I enjoyed, but not as much as the poetry. Each story just trembles with magic, monsters, and wonder. They feel like bits of fairytales, reminiscent of Laini Taylor and Erin Bow. I’d have loved to read more of each one. In fact, I’d have loved it if this book were five times as long!