My First Literary Review


I’d like to try my first review,
A little novel full of passion,
The novel little work’s not new,
I think it has some real traction,

The author’s Earnest Hemingway,
Although perhaps it really isn’t,
Although, it’s got a lot to say,
Not all of it is very pleasant,

The first part seems a quite benign,
Homage to that ol’ Willy Loman,
Suggests we everyday resign,
To silly crass commercialism,

The second part shoots from the hip,
And shows the characters’ relations,
Although we only get a glimpse,
Not knowing of the books intentions,

The last part struck me to the core,
I could not ever see it coming!
It sent me sprawling to the floor,
My soul was rent, my heart sent running,

The author’s careful with his prose,
With no intent to waste description,
And seems to think the reader knows,
The truth of plot and folk sans mention,

Not like some books which spines we bend,
I note the theme is not apparent,
Until we reach the very end,
I guess that’s like a painful present,

I cannot help but recommend,
This little tome for you, the reader,
An easy read from start to end,
A patient read, that’s not too eager.

The Work In Question