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Bryce Emley, Raleigh Review
When authors write about place, the implication is usually that they’re writing about their relation to the world they inhabit, how their surrounding cities and environments relate to them. You could say much of Gilda Morina Syverson’s work is about place, but in a shifted vein: My Father’s Daughter, From Rome to Sicily is a rumination on how worlds Syverson has inhabited relate her, not just to her.
To read this book is to know that the places we’ve lived, the places we’ve known, the places and people we come from stick with us in ways we don’t always understand. Her work is the stuff of houses and homes and the fixtures they contain, a mapping of experience and how we share it, a way of, as the Syverson herself has put it in her poetry, “seeking our own kind” from wherever we happen to be.
—Bryce Emley, Raleigh Review[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]