Chanel Brenner, Vanilla Milk (a memoir told in poems), Reviewed by Dan Cuddy

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Chanel Brenner, Vanilla Milk (a memoir told in poems), Silver Birch Press, 2014, ISBN-13: 978-0692267479, 104 pages, $16.00

Vanilla Milk is a heartbreaking love story. It is the saddest book I’ve ever read. Although it may be unmanly in some circles to stream tears, especially over strangers, I rarely had a dry eye as I moved through this book. Even now I can’t read the poems aloud.

    What is the book about? It tells the story of the death of Chanel Brenner’s oldest son, Riley, who died at age six. The book is a memorial to him. It certainly was a form of therapy for the author. She has fashioned a work of art that captures, transforms raw experience with economical and vivid precision. The poems, interspersed with prose narratives, relate emotions, events, interactions in that family, once of four, now of three. Riley had a little brother, Desmond. The book is his story too. Here are a few lines of “Enough”:

Desmond stands on his bed,
Hugging both of us at once,
Stretching his small arms’
Whole length, as if
There’s not enough of him
To meet our needs. . . .

And then,

He knows his limitations:
Two arms, two legs;
Three years, not seven,
Desmond, not Riley,
Alive, not memorialized.

The family’s grief is explored from so many angles. A visit to a Rite-Aid can spark a memory, and a poem, or the mother talking with an old friend who she hasn’t seen in a while. From the prose of  “My Friend from Another Life”:

She sits across from me, wearing a purple sundress, her dark hair relaxed around her face.

“You look really great,” she says, her voice thick with surprise, her eyes approving as they scan me from head to coral-painted toenails. I hear what she’s left out, “compared to a year ago,” the last time we had lunch together at this restaurant, shortly after Riley died. . . .

. . . .  I wonder why we’re having lunch. Closure, or starting over? Her guilt or my curiosity? Nostalgia for a time when two women became friends over pre-school chauffeuring because it was easy? A time when conversation flowed lightly. A time when both our children were alive, and we had that in common.

The essence of Chanel Brenner’s book is contained in these lines from the poem “Mothering a Dead Child”:

I can’t stop writing poems
About my dead son.
He’s why I started,
And I worry I won’t
Be able to stop.
I’m afraid of trapping
His spirit.
I like to think
I keep him alive,
But can’t know.
I’ve found no
Classes to take
Or books to read
Explaining how
To mother
A dead child. . . .

Certainly anyone who has gone through this experience of losing a child, no matter what age, will recognize many of their own emotions and thoughts. All of us have or will experience grief in our lives. Chanel Brenner’s memoir takes the reader into her and her family’s experiences. An album of photos follows the text as would a series of footnotes. The poet’s words are vision enough but the pictures add the faces. A nice-looking family. The smiles in the photos are engaging.

Poetry often can be taken as an aesthetic entertainment but this book doesn’t entertain; it compels us to consciousness about the big subjects: love, life, death. Riley’s story speaks to us. The reader becomes, briefly, Chanel Brenner. Her words rush into our hearts and we feel.

© Chanel Brenner and Dan Cuddy

Chanel Brenner’s poems have appeared in Cultural Weekly, Poet Lore, Rattle, The Coachella Review, Diverse Voices Quarterly, Foliate Oak, Glassworks, and elsewhere. She was awarded first prize for her poetry in The Write Place At the Write Time’s contest. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband and son.

Dan Cuddy is an editor of Loch Raven Review. Previously he was a contributing editor with the Maryland Poetry Review and with Lite: Baltimore’s Literary Newspaper. He has been published in many small magazines over the years, such as NEBO, Antioch Review, Connecticut River Review. In 2003 his book of poems Handprint On The Window was published by Three Conditions Press.

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