A powerful diptych juxtaposing our rootedness in family love with a report from the precipice of planetary disintegration.
Sue Goyette's outskirts is a tour de force. Its originality lies in Goyette's refusal of despair, her conviction that the connections among people, their conversation, curiosity, empathy and awe, can help us see a way forward. Her aim is to find energy in human love, a way to walk the darkness rather than hide from it. This book will name you, and frighten you; make you laugh, and arm you for what is to come.
... Leave the gossip to the rivers. Photographs will be buried at the base of diseased trees. All eyes are distractible, smiles are especially alluring. The sump-pump
can't get rid of the water and god, I am told, is a canoe-shaped hole in all of us. Books, those old grandmothers, are losing their teeth. Stay focused. Those aren't stars, they're
flashlights. Add, don't divide. Love best those who have forgotten how. There are no favorites in this dark. Now scatter.
-- from "Resist"
"A writer with a rambunctious flair for figurative language ... she often adopts a pseudoscientific approach, metaphorically endowing intangible properties such as curiosity with physical properties ... the poems themselves [are made] Ôsources of wonder'" --Barbara Carey, The Toronto Star
"Goyette takes readers on a journey through the physical and emotional landscapes of her world in a way that is both vibrant and accessible ... a prize choice for spring reading."--Thomas Hodd, The Telegraph-Journal
"For the sandwich generationÑthose whose children are nearing the empty-nest phase, while their own parents reach their sunset yearsÑthere probably isn't a more cathartic collection out there."--Megan Power, Halifax Chronicle-Herald