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Poetry. Fiction. Native American Studies. In this first full collection in nine years, Alexie's poems and prose show his celebrated passion and wit while also exploring new directions. Novelist, storyteller and performer, he won the National Book Award for his YA novel, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian. His work has been praised throughout the world, but thePoetry. Fiction. Native American Studies. In this first full collection in nine years, Alexie's poems and prose show his celebrated passion and wit while also exploring new directions. Novelist, storyteller and performer, he won the National Book Award for his YA novel, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian. His work has been praised throughout the world, but the bedrock remains what The New York Times Book Review said of his very first book: "Mr. Alexie's is one of the major lyric voices of our time."...

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Face Reviews

  • Charlie
    2019-02-28 03:31

    I spent thirty-five minutes writing a really in-depth analysis of the issues in this volume of poetry and why I'm starting to dislike Sherman Alexie, but then I lost the whole thing because my computer mouse fell on the floor and exited me out of the web-page. So, I'll make this brief. -He's body-shaming/monitoring, talking about his and other people's size many many times. Alexie goes so far as to say that Bill Clinton was impeached "not because he was a lying asshole who slept with an intern, but because he was a lying asshole who slept with a chubby intern." He says that he is not mysogynistic for saying this, but is "actually rallying against misogyny."-He's cissexist, which is most obvious in two poems here, one about men and penises and the other about menstrual cycles and how "every woman has a story" about them. As a reminder, not all people who have menstrual cycles are women, and not all women have menstrual cycles. In conjunction with that, penises are not synonymous with man-ness.-He writes casually about sexual violence, using trigger words with little context; and he writes very casually about the violent deaths of animals. Nearly every animal mentioned in this book died in a graphically described way within lines of their introduction. It got to the point where I'd skip to the next poem if I saw any mention of an animal, because I knew only bad things could happen to them there.This next paragraph still pertains to my feelings about the author, though it deals with a different work of his. In "The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-time Indian", Alexie (through his narrator) shames a white teenage girl for having an eating disorder, because his people's consumption habits were at the mercy of the United States government. As someone recovering from an ED and from self-harming habits, I'm sick of being made to feel bad for the ways that I cope with anxiety, hopelessness, and low self-esteem. Eating disorders can occur in people of any gender, any ethnicity, and any economic class, so it's really frustrating when people say that these disorders are just a "rich white girl thing". It's not something people [usually] do frivolously; it often comes out of trauma and/or a bad family environment, it can sometimes be genetic, and it can kill you. Even though it was a terrible place, I probably would have died from my own eating disorder if I hadn't been forced into a recovery clinic days after graduating high school. When you portray characters with problems as shallow people just looking for attention, you perpetuate that stereotype and make it harder for people who actually do have those problems to be taken seriously. And that is unacceptable.

  • Matt Garcia
    2019-03-16 01:25

    Shermy is one odd dude who marches to the beat of his own drum and I admire that about him. It’s great to see a Native American writer garner so much acclaim and criticism, merely for the fact that it means that Natives are being remembered and discussed at all in contemporary America. This collection of poetry is all over the place and could be considered to be silly and down dumb at times which it is lol. The last poem Thrash is absolutely terrible and pointless haha. However, some of the poems in here are very good (my favorites being: Inappropriate, Vilify, tuxedo with eagle feathers, when asked what I think... and reading light) and you just have to realize that Shermy is the type of writer to try new things and mess around with form and storytelling because it amuses him, pisses off readers, and simply because he can. So for that Mr. Alexie, I salute you.

  • Jason
    2019-03-20 05:24

    Sheman Alexie is one of my favorite living writers. Not only has he written some amazing short story collections and novels (and screenplays!), but he also written a number of poetry collections. His newest book, War Dances, features a combination of short stories and poems, but this book, Face, is the first full-on poetry collection of his that I have read. I found myself caught up in his words--sometimes I was laughing and smiling, other times I felt sad and somber. Alexie is a master at crafting poems that speak to the core of our humanity. He touches on family, loss, memory, fathers, sons, sex, writers, marriage, and more. While he does write free verse, he tends to gravitate toward poems with a more formal structure, particularly the sonnet. He rhymes adeptly, even though he likes to sometimes (humorously) point out his poor attempts at rhyming. This is a collection of poems that I will return to, to read again, to savor.Favorites include:Avian Nights, Wheat, The Blood Sonnets, The Seven Deadly Sins of Marriage, Scarlet, A Comic Interlude, Nudity Clause, Psalm 101, On the Second Anniversary of My Father's Death, Size Matters, Reading Light, Thrash

  • Kit
    2019-03-02 06:37

    Blood Sonnets alone is huge to me:5.With six shovels, my six cousins burymy father's coffin in gravel and mud,then hug my grief-smacked mother(now married to dirt) and leaveher coat covered with bloodFrom their blistered hands. This isgrief, obscene and maldorous, stickyto the touch. This is grief, the citywhere the blowflies feast and lay eggs.This is grief, one shovel punchTo my teeth, one punch to my mother's neck,one punch each to my brother's sparrowchests, the fifth and sixth to snap mysister's backs. Grief, you killer, riddler, giver of tests,If we lie with our father in the mud,will you make us a giftout of his blood?

  • Marieke
    2019-03-06 00:46

    Thank you, Sherman Alexie. I think you are the only person in the universe who would rhyme ‘dickwad’ with ‘God’ in a poem. For that, I love you.I roll my eyes at you sometimes when you are being a pretentious, arrogant, self-centered asshole. But then you write a poem admitting that you are a ‘raging, incoherent, vindictive, self-loathing and needy asshole’ (79) and you refer to your own poetry as ‘lame.’ I guess that means I have to forgive you?Then you write a bunch of amazing sonnets. So cool. So hip. Subjects include menstruation, death, pots and pans, fat, and sex. Did I mention sex? Alexie seems to think of little else.The poems are cheesy, okay, most of them are self-conscious and awkward, and a lot of them are flat-out inappropriate. Just like the poet himself, when I’ve seen him speak – he danced around the stage, awkward, self-deprecating, inappropriate and offensive as hell. And hilarious as all get out.I’ve never been to Mount Rushmore. It’s just too silly. Even now, as I write this, I’m thinkingAbout the T-shirt that has four presidential faces on the front and four bare asses on the back.(from “Vilify,” 29)I am in awe of Alexie’s ability to be simultaneously nerdy, racy, tiresome, hilarious, scrappy, weird, and graceful. Alexie offers us a complex persona. In his speaking and writing, he comes across as sarcastic, witty, insightful, critical and intelligent. But at the same time he can be offensive, unapologetic, ego-bloated, and foul-mouthed.There just aren’t enough adjectives to accurately describe Alexie’s poetry. I was consistently surprised, occasionally moved and always kept on my toes by these poems.He gives us some beautiful moments. “Crow Boom” is one of my favourite poems in the collection. It is violent, like many of the poems, and meditates on death, life and masculinity in a loving and lyrical way. It is one of the poems I will enjoy reading again and again.I’m not a hunter,But I need to eatWhat my hunters kill.So I praise hunters...All food is holyAnd deserves our praise.I praise the robinThat died for the crow.I praise animalsWho are killed for me....... I praiseDeath because I amAlive and will die (106)The poem is full of love and praise for all these elements of life, for the weaknesses of men and the fragility of flesh. I love the last stanza in which Alexie invokes the crow “To remind us how / To be better men” (108).“Tuxedo with Eagle Feathers” is another elegant achievement celebrating cultural borrowing and blending. Like a hand-sewn tuxedo with Haida symbols incorporated into the design, Alexie writes his own “hybrid sonnet sequence... an indigenous celebration of colonialism or maybe a colonial celebration of the indigenous” (81). Typical of a lot of the poems in this book, the alternating prose and poetry contains numerous self-references (“This sonnet, like my reservation”) and a healthy dose of humorous self-deprecation (“I’m built like a chicken. Do you have a tuxedo sized for a giant human chicken?”).Alexie verges into the absurd with his poems weighed down by pages and pages of footnotes, goofy, tangential, pseudo-academic, or revisionist, such as the footnote to the line “That, after my dear father turned into air,”5 This is a bullshit way to say, “My dad died.” He wasn’t “dear,” either, but he wasn’t cruel. (from “Song Son Blue,” 65)Self-consciousness is probably one of the defining characteristics of this collection. Self-awareness in these poems goes far beyond Alexie deriding himself or his work, which he does plenty of -- “And yes, once again, I was paid a shitload of money, / But I tried to create passionate and hilarious art” (28) -- and takes us into the realm of the poem becoming conscious of its own creation.I walked home,Chanted the first lines of this poemAnd committed them to memory.And if a few strangers thought me crazy(from “Mystery Train,” 97)His overly self-conscious criticism of his own work gets tiring. In the last extended poem, a sixteen-page love-song to his dick, Alexie includes whole sections of ironic self-flagellation. Some think I’ve betrayed their trust,That I’ve said far too muchAbout blowjobs, shit, and piss.They might be right about this. (from “Thrash,” 148) The book ends with Alexie arguing with his wife over whether God has a penis or not. It seems fitting, somehow.Alexie’s genius is in somehow holding it all together. We can’t separate the crassness from the beauty. His gorgeous moments of insight, pain, mourning, and worship are not isolated from the stink and wretchedness of his anger and self-hatred. It’s all intertwined. While Alexie’s words might seem simplistic, rough and crude at times, he has created something emotionally complex and very intense.

  • Ashly Lynn
    2019-03-09 07:48

    SynopsisA collection of poetry that explores Sherman Alexie from his own personal viewpoint and discusses many of the aspects of his life from young age, to growing up, to being an adult. A mixed bag of concepts and ideas.Face by Sherman Alexie★★★★Genre: PoetryRelease Date: April 2009Source: Library – BorrowedOn My Shelf: Noface.jpgI have some pretty conflicting feelings about this poetry collection. On one hand, I liked how honest, raw, and experimental Alexie’s words are. I’ve always appreciated his honestly, even when he sometimes comes off a little too filled with arrogance. At least he admits it, I guess?I found myself laughing out loud at some of these poems and chuckling fondly at others. Then there were a few that gave me goosebumps, pulling something out of me I didn’t realize was there. This was the part of this book that I enjoyed, thoroughly.But, that leads me then to talking about what I didn’t like so much. All the footnotes. I was not a fan of them. They often distracted from the flow of the poetry and caused some of the poems to feel choppy, like the ocean during a storm, and made me, the reader, feel like I was on a ship without an anchor.The next thing that left me unsettled was the feeling that many of these poems were problematic and even, at times, offensive to different groups of people both small and large. This was just a strange gut-feeling I was left with and wasn’t all that explicit, but it was lingering in the corner of my mind and caused me to critique these poems more intensely. Maybe I was finding something in nothing, but I am always a huge gut-reaction truster.That being said, I still couldn’t bring myself to rate this lower than 4 stars, because I do enjoy Alexie’s work, but I’ll definitely be reading it with a different lens from this point forward.Do I recommend this? I’m not sure. I want to say yes, but I’m not sure who exactly to recommend this for/to. If you like Alexie’s work, I’d say give this a go, but I maybe wouldn’t start here if you’re new to his writing.Review originally published on my Wordpress blog Ashly Reads.

  • Jeffrey
    2019-03-20 07:35

    Damn Alexie is versatile - his poetry in this, his most recent collection, is mind-blowingly inventive, creative, dextrous, slips and slides around using classic forms and then breaking traditions into teeny tiny pieces and putting them together in fabulous new ways - poems that contain two different sets of footnotes, poems that are part verse and part prose, poems of such pain that they leave you breathless and of such joy they make you cry and you wish you wish you wish that there wasn't an end to this amazingly wonderful book!

  • Sabrina
    2019-03-19 03:50

    An account of matter in spirit and spirit in matter a la Alexie...swinging through life impressions of HIS American culture with the kind of humor that is at once light and grave: "When Peter Sellers requested that Glenn Miller's In the Mood be played at his funeral, he knew it would be an odd choice, the last comic gesture. The genius Seller's knew that death was unusual - so bitter, brutal and wrong - But it was also slapstick, pratfall, spit take and sick trick."

  • Christina Rau
    2019-03-17 06:37

    None of my words could do Sherman Alexie's words justice. Part poetry, part prose, part footnotes, Face is simply wonderful. Read. It.

  • Alisha
    2019-03-16 08:26

    This man, Sherman Alexie, sexually abuses women serially and I will never support his work.Read the comments section:

  • Sruti
    2019-02-28 02:46

    Beautiful, profane, funny

  • Sahvana Morri
    2019-03-17 04:24

    All I've got to say is "snake+snake+snake=snake". I lied. Also the part about the dad being jealous because his son loves his mom and his wife loves his son.

  • Ava
    2019-03-19 03:44

    Hilarious, naughty, spiritual, poetic, repulsive, and self-contradictory. Absolutely gorgeous.

  • Patrick Mitchell
    2019-03-08 03:40

    Sherman Alexies’ poetry collection Face is a confusing grab bag of brilliant heart felt prose and poetry, and hastily slapped together pieces that are glued together by nothing more than the “edgy” word choice. I honestly have no idea how I feel about this book. On poems such as “The Father and Son Road Show” I feel as though I am able to connect with Sherman, as he does contain the unmistakable talent to turn emotions into words and images. However, flip another page and I find poems such as “In the Mood” where it feels as if what is in front of me are the notes of a failed stand-up comedian.The content of the book is much what has come to be expected of Sherman, Pages and pages of poetry about his Native American heritage, his father and his children. Lines such as “My wife wanted to give my sons the chance/ To see my tribe’s powwow with transparent eyes,/ And maybe fall in love with the chicken dance” (from the poem “Chicken”) exemplify what Sherman is all about. While most of the writing he does on his family and his heritage can be touching and vivid, others seem to create a sort of “overkill” effect where you feel is if he wants words such as “father”, “son”, “tribe”, “eagle feathers” and “powwow” to pile up on the page and drill you in the head. At a certain point these themes start to repeat themselves to the point where you may or may not want to read about them any longer depending on how much you’re actually able to connect with them.Alexie’s writing style comes across as easily readable yet deep and profound. Alexie uses words and phrases that everyone has heard and can identify with. At times it can feel as if the piece that you are reading could be nothing more than the transcript of thoughts that you’ve had in your own head, or conversations you’ve had with your friends. On the flipside of this Alexie proves that “big emotions” don’t need “big words”. In spite of his almost layman way of wording things, Alexie channels his inner Hemingway, allowing the few words that he does put down to come across as all being pertinent and meaningful. One example that illustrates this is “Let us remember the wasps/ That hibernated in the walls/ Of the house next door. Its walls/ Bulged with twenty pounds of wasps”. With very few words and without outwardly saying it, Alexie creates the image of a buzzing throbbing house sitting adjacent to his.Metaphors and similes quite frequently come across as Alexie’s favorite devices. It seems that there is not a single page that you can glance your eyes over without picking up at least one simile comparing his heart to that of an ancient native American warrior’s, or a metaphor that set a characters eyes ablaze in a fit of rage.While the metaphors he uses are well put together and vivid, it seems as though he prefers to use this gift to describe the facets of native American life. This can create a problem for some readers such as myself who have no native American blood in them at all and the only things that I know about native American life I learned in first grade around Thanksgiving.The other great issue that I have with this book is that at times Alexie seems to abandon his craft to pursue poetry and prose that should be spoken in a half-hearted comedy routine than written down in stanzas. Such pieces as “Inappropriate” which documents Alexie’s hallucination that F. Scott Fitgerald came back to life and tried to seduce Alexie, come across as slightly humorous but mostly awkward, and are made more awkward by his use of curse words. Reading the profanity in some of Alexie’s work is like listening to a child swear for the first time, it doesn’t seem to be placed properly so to make up for it a swear is used in almost every line.It’s hard to say how I feel about this book. In spite of spots of brilliance and powerful writing, after reading this I feel somehow unfulfilled. I believe this may be to the fact that for every relevant well thought out piece that Alexie wrote for this, he balanced it off with some childish drivel that’s hardly readable. I would like to say that I loved half of this book and leave it at that, however on the whole I have to say that any brilliance that may shine in this book is dimmed by the equally abundant nonsense that encompasses the book. I would suggest reading this book just for the worthwhile prose and poetry in it. Should the reader come across a piece that has an opening line laced with profanity, skip it and move to the next piece.

  • LoriO
    2019-03-25 01:35

    I had some problems with the irregular-seeming rhyme schemes and the flipping from poetry to prose, mid-piece, but his voice is so strong and funny and warm and real that I got past those more or less with ease, and just enjoyed the heck out of most of these poems. The poem "Dangerous Astronomy" made me cry. That's worth that fourth star right there.

  • Larry
    2019-02-25 03:30

    “Sherman Alexie is America’s wooden cigar store Indian.” - unknownA quote I found on the internet I once hated and now believe. Mr. Alexie you used to be about something. The last time I heard you speak was in 2000 and it was remarkable. I’ve read most of your earlier books and have enjoyed them very much. And now in these past couple of years it’s turned into this absurd eff this and eff that garbage every other sentence. You are not Bill Hicks. You are not Sam Kinison. You are Sherman Alexie. You've disappointed me. During those years of being away since Ten little Indians what happened to you? What would make you conjure up such a phony eff the world act. What sort of crap did you see, hear, or read in that time. It doesn’t fit the Sherman Alexie I once heard all those years ago. What could it be? You've disappointed me.“I’m worried about young writers. I’m worried about new writers. I'm worried about the native kids out there that need my stories. And for just thirty dollars a book they too can escape the reservation of their minds.” - Sherman A.Mr. Alexie. You used to be someone I could be proud of. And now. Your just America’s wooden cigar store Indian.

  • Lenora Good
    2019-03-09 04:50

    It has been many years since I've found a book of Alexi's poetry, and when I found this I grabbed it. I was not disappointed. I was ecstatic.Alexie shows no fear when he writes. He isn't afraid to experiment with words or with form. He not only combines prose with his poetry (poetry with his prose?), he has even found a way to use footnotes! At first, I was disconcerted with this, but as I read, I realized he had written poems within poem! Stunningly brilliant. (It reminds me of the old Choose Your Own Adventure series I bought my kids.)I suggest you read the book before giving it to a child, no matter how precocious she might be, and be prepared to discuss whatever poems might come up in conversation, or you might be blindsided.Alexie writes poetry for the people, not the "intelligentsia," all of his poetry is accessible, and in this book, he even explains a bit about how he writes. This collection is personal; it's about fathers and sons—his father, he as father, his sons, all fathers, all sons. There will be sadness and perhaps tears. There will also be light and laughter, especially when his wife enters the poem.I hope we do not need to wait so long for the next collection.

  • Mark Valentine
    2019-03-21 03:34

    "What happens to the soul that hates its reflection?" ends the poem, "Scarlet." The connection that Alexie's text makes is to Hawthorne's, The Scarlet Letter, but here, instead of Hester Prynne wearing the embroidered, elegant A, a barrista at a coffee shop in Seattle has such bad acne scars, it becomes her emblem of transfigurement and scorn, and, of course, ultimate redemption. And this is just one poem in this collection. The poems are at once interior/inferior, gorgeous/gouging, blood-laden/boundary-breaking, sexed/hexed, intimate/ultimate. Alexie breaks down his voice with intimacy and stacks footnotes on top of end notes like a shell-encrusted midden. My recommendation for this collection: those who should read it first are those who do not read much poetry or have had a bad experience with it. I mean, look at this one: His poem, "Tuxedo with Eagle Feathers," declares his hybrid place between two cultures. Who wins? Literature and its readers. "Hunger is my crime," it ends and so it is; Alexie's voracious appetite for words and meanings is, then, criminal. We should all be such violators.

  • Julia
    2019-02-27 06:47

    I am not sure how to criticize or what to write about a book of poetry other than: I liked it. It made me laugh and think. At the end of a five page poem about Richard Pryor he writes: “So what’s the point of this pretentious talk?/ Well, poets and comics share a toolbox/ And their geniuses build the same fires,/ So when you sing Shakespeare, I sing Pryor.” And I sing Shakespeare, Pryor and Alexie. In another poem he’s writing about his and his son’s insomnia. “I hear a noise upstairs. What is it?/ Laughter? Joy?/ My older boy/ Lies awake./ ‘It’s late,’ I say./ ‘You need to sleep./’ ‘I need to read,’/ He says. ‘This book/ Is really good./ It makes me laugh./ Dad, please I have/ Five more pages’… How could I punish my son for reading, no matter that he’d have to drag his tired ass to school in the morning and would likely fall asleep sitting at his desk sometimes in the mid-afternoon? It reminds me of Damon Wayans who said that it is impossible for a standup comedian like him to discipline his kids for being smart assess. ‘All I can really do,’ Wayan said ‘is tell them to work on their timing.’”

  • Catherine
    2019-03-06 06:41

    I like Alexie, but this is probably only a two and a half star book. This is raunchier than a lot of his other work. I found the potty humor poems got old after a while. I could see one or two, but come one now Sherman, give it up. Perhaps your boys are in the potty humor stage and you just got stuck. That being said, there are many fine, fine poems in here but you have to wade through the NC17 rating of the garbage poems to get to them. I love "A Comic Interlude" and "On the Second Anniversary of My Father's Death". Alexie writes, "Do I see my father in that bird because I see myself in that bird? In my grief and rage, have I grown wings and the need to destroy my own reflection? Do I want to destroy my face because it looks so much like my father's face? I don't want to be that cruel; I don't want to be that hateful. I want to be the child so in love with his father that he falls in love with the parts of his face that most resemble his father's" (115). This is the Alexie I love. I don't care for the Alexie that hyper-focuses on male body parts.

  • Lindsey
    2019-02-24 03:25

    Although Alexie’s voice is largely the same throughout the poems, it works better in the graphic novel/fiction version of his coming of age self. It’s not that Face is bad per se, but it’s not great. However, even Alexie himself acknowledges that his poetic ability may not be of the top caliber, but he wants to express himself and makes no apologies. That said, it’s not entirely a book that I would recommend kids younger than 15 read. Many of the poems deal with Alexie as an adult, and again, he makes no apologies for the content. I will say, though, that all of the poems dealing with him as a child, or his adult self dealing with elements from his childhood are excellent poems and would be more interested for a younger audience.-Lindsey Miller,

  • Patti
    2019-02-27 01:44

    This is a very powerful book about fathers and sons, the father that Sherman Alexie has lost and the sons he is fathering. The first poem describes the interplay between a father protecting his fragile newborn son from losing sleep from the noise of a bird's nest in the eaves and the guilt and sympathetic pain he feels with the "scree-scree-scree" the starling parent makes on discovering the nest and the baby birds are gone."We will never know how this winged motherAnd father would have buried their children.Our son almost died at birth. His motherAnd I would have buried him in silence."I was hooked on the book from that first poemThe other thing that I loved about this book was the poems with footnotes. Somehow that intrigued me. The brevity and intensity of a poem, but things needed further explanation. Fun.

  • Mary
    2019-03-25 05:40

    It's a book of poems, many of them followed by copious prose footnotes in which Alexie dances around the subjects and forms of the poem and throws in a lot of personal and public history. All entertaining, all shrewdly observed. For example, the one-page poem "Vilify" (pun intended) is a villanelle, a stylized form that may be the best way to channel "the painful and powerful repetitions of grief." In the first of its 14 footnotes, Alexie says he has tried "to write a grief-filled villanelle that is also funny." And he adds that "funny grief" is the best answer to the question: "What is Native American poetry?" If that grabs you, so may a lot of other things in this rollicking book.Note: The Goodreads description that surfaces for this book seems to be about an entirely different book, poetry by one Charles North. Computer gone amok??

  • Sean Glover
    2019-02-23 00:38

    I was quite surprised to locate this book of contemporary (2010) poems rather serendipitously. I took it straight to the cafe Romero. The aesthetically attractive young women, who was also in the check out line at the public library, entered the cafe. I found the poems as an excuse for my shyness despite the slight motivation I felt to inquire whether she located anything interesting and to explain my discovery and it's value. Alas, such an opportunity was disturbed by the bourgeois trendy psychiatrist, who took the one table in-between us introduced himself, complain about something, and started to eat the young lady's pizza. The truth to you I tell: the truth is stranger than fiction. However, I continue to devour the face poems, they're scrumptious.

  • Christopher
    2019-03-09 02:27

    Not being a poetry reader, Alexie's poems are some of few I actually enjoy. He takes a lot of flak-for being too coarse, too non-traditional, too pretentious, and for generally being an asshole. I disagree with all that. His poetry and prose is amazing, authentic, soul-searching, and often funny or sad. They are also an insightful, running commentary on the relationship between the Native and the white man. His poems are his emotions and thoughts laid raw, and in all honesty, I think most of us think about the things he writes about. He writes about that which others do not. Very expressive and creative in the way he uses poetical devices and forms to his advantage. I've read most of his work and it is all stellar.

  • Dee
    2019-03-22 06:42

    Whew! What a ride. I got this book to mainly read the poem Villify,(which was excellent) but I knew I would read it all. He really goes out there and he must be an exceptionally deep person. I found myself reading and rereading some of it and passing over some of it rather quickly. I will definitely read more of his poetry and other fictional work. I see where Diary of a Part-time Indian came from. I just recently saw Smoke Signals for the second time and he writing about what he lived on the res. I don't know if the man considers himself funny, but he is funny and I believe he knows it and that is how he copes with his own pain.

  • Glenn
    2019-03-06 00:48

    Face by Sherman Alexie is a moving book of thoughtful poems that is at once intimate and dosed with wry humor. Alexie covers a variety of topics that revolves around identity and family, often putting his own voice as narrator. His poems are contemporary in language and theme, but Alexie plays with rhyme, rhythm, and form. Most of Alexie’s poems in Face are short – at most a few pages long, but he is able to capture complex emotions in them. For example, his poem “Chicken” is a mere seven stanzas but is able to convey Alexie’s complicated feelings about his past, his culture, and his family’s connection to all of that.

  • Kelly
    2019-02-25 03:44

    Face: an allusion to Alexie's Native heritage; an exclamation shouting: "This is who I am!"; a tribute to his father who has since passed.Who else but Sherman can write a villanelle called "Villify" about the absurdity of Mount Rushmore, and explain the entire thing with 9 pages of op-ed style footnotes?I fell asleep with this book in my hand, and woke up this morning finishing it over breakfast.I regret I'm not more familiar with some of his other works, and am now convinced that I must read his others. This is brilliant. Fuse Shakespeare with Bukowski, Howard Zinn with Robert Creeley, and George Carlin with Black Elk, and you get Sherman Alexie.

  • Melle
    2019-03-25 07:51

    Aside from this being one of my favorite collections of contemporary writing, Face contains several poems that are masterpieces of what Sherman Alexie does best: combining the sharpest of wits to the rawest of emotions. "The Seven Deadly Sins of Marriage" ranks very close to William Carlos Williams' "The Ivy Crown" in its depiction of true love. "Tuxedo with Eagle Feathers" is a brilliant mix of personal and literary references. The most perfect poem for me as a reader, though, is "Grief Calls Us to the Things of This World," a poem that I found and read and was struck through the heart by and sobbed over soon after my grandmother's death had lost its sting, or so I thought.

  • Clint Jones
    2019-03-05 02:50

    This collection of poetry is not like Alexie's other collections of poetry. In this one Alexie uses a much more formal approach than I have seen him use. Don't get me wrong, the humor, family, askew native view is still there. But, he uses more form (sonnets, villanelles, and other obvious rhyme schemes) than he has in the past. Also, there are a lot of footnotes accompanying the poems. However, with a typical Alexie twist, some of the the longer footnotes become small stories or completely different poems that can be read separately or with the the original poem. I love Alexie and this collection, while not my favorite, fulfills what i want and expect from Sherman.