How I Learned to Be White by Tricia Knoll

This collection of poems proves to me that memory is fuzzy and subjective.  Tricia Knoll was my next door neighbor from the time I was 4 years old until we both graduated high school.  And although some of what she writes about I remember and agree with, other incidences I recall differently.  Whether I experienced the events the same way Tricia did, made no difference, however,  in my appreciation of her poetry.  Her writing is clear, vivid and unpretentious.  “The Night I Didn’t Stand Up” and “Let’s Hear It for the Horses” will resonate with many no matter where or when you grew up.

I’m not a huge reader of poetry, so I don’t feel confident critiquing How I Learned to Be White, but I certainly enjoyed reading it.

 

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How I Learned to Be White by Tricia Knoll

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