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  • By Daniel L Berek
    Sep 23, 2015
    A Galaxy of Jellybeans Come in with a Big Bang Those colorful jellybeans of youth somehow slipped from the soft, warm hand of an elderly lady who has seen a lot, had a lot to tell, and told it. They formed a timeless galaxy in that most ephemeral of places, on the bathroom floor. The shiny black one, dark like Ethiopia, was her favorite, more beautiful than the Nereids; it rolled behind the bowl, that most inaccessible of spots. How would she reach it? Jellybeans in Space is Jan Slepian’s latest book. Unlike her previous 27 books, this attractive, slim volume is a collection of poems. Like her last two books, however, Jellybeans in Space offers insight into life during one’s senior years and like the last two collections of essays, does so with humor and grace. As a lifelong reader of Jan Slepian’s books, and an unabashed fan as well, I did not know how I would take to something completely different, verse. I was worried that it wouldn’t flow, that it… Well, I need not have been. This... More > collection works, and does so well. Most of the poems in Jellybeans in Space are musings on old age—there’s no need for euphemisms here—whether living in the present or reflecting on the past, from the perspective of one who has lived it for a long time. Lurking in this delightful collection of poems are witty puns and (spoiler alert!) surprise endings. “What have we to do with all this abundance? And what does it matter if none of this matters?” Everyone shuffles, “…masquerading / as the person everyone sees / and doesn’t” in “Sunset at Sunrise,” the latter also being the name of Jan Slepian’s residence. Her modest room “holds both my past and possible promise,” in “Living Large in a Small Room.” Lost loved ones, among them her mother Flo and husband, David, are as close as a picture on the wall or a beautiful brooch on her dresser. Elderly residents do not speed by on bicycles or inline skates, but that does not mean they cannot soar like players of Quidditch at Hogwarts. An old lady’s creased eyes “…have seen what the bikers can only dream of.” In fact, “What is left for the aged is awe, mystery / and the depth of love.” All of which this book of poems captures admirably.< Less
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First Edition
Jan Slepian
August 20, 2015
Perfect-bound Paperback
Interior Ink
Black & white
0.29 lbs.
Dimensions (inches)
6 wide x 9 tall
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