RaveThe RumpusI surprised myself by reading Memory in an afternoon. I read it lying flat on the concrete slab that is my outdoor space, hunched over the glossy book, my legs hot against the new spring heat that bounced off the pavement. There was something I had been craving that Memory offered me in its precise record of time, its willingness to linger, its aberrant take on self-documentation ... Mayer...considers the unspoken sentence: the vastness of our mind that is often forgotten and rarely shared ... We can’t remember every detail of our lives .... And so I keep going back to the white sink, where Memorybegins, because don’t we all have a white sink that we begin our day with, and which we eventually forget?
Karen Green
PositiveKenyon ReviewKaren Green cracks the door open for us to witness the beauty and intimacy of a single page, as well as indulge in the mystery story that unfolds before us ... Frail Sister is full of secrets—you can miss them if you’re not looking hard enough. Green beckons us to be voyeurs with the text and to look for answers in unknown places ... Constance’s story acts as a canvas for Green to discover, punctuate, and also reclaim. Her manipulation of Constance’s memory through collage is a reminder to turn over the stones of past generations in order to move through and transform the familial traumas we inherit.
