One of a series of fine reviews of "Melancholia" by Kristina Marie Darling -- click on the link for a nice discussion, by poet Kat Dixon, which includes: "What Darling does is to entrench a pretty, ceremonious, and painfully human truth - to love and stop loving or, worse, to love and stop feeling loved and to be left with so many remnants of the fact - in the familiar act of fingering the pages of a history book or reading an age old love story so far removed from current reality that it has become safe and to allow oneself to channel personal loss through this medium or the ritual of it. Ultimately, this is a book that details the re-manufacturing of an identity at the point of waking from a lowest low."
