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Alan Parry's Review of 'Welcome to the Museum of a Life'

Alan Parry of The Broken Spine reviews Welcome to the Museum of a Life

Sue Finch's Welcome to the Museum of a Life is an extraordinary poetry collection that transforms the intimate moments of a life into a carefully curated exhibition. Through evocative imagery, a masterful command of language, and an innovative structural approach, Finch invites readers to wander through the galleries of her memory, where childhood, love, grief, and dreams are displayed as artefacts. This collection is an outstanding contribution to contemporary poetry, seamlessly blending the surreal with the deeply personal.

A Museum of the Mind: Thematic Exploration

At the heart of Welcome to the Museum of a Life is the idea that memory is not linear but a collection of fragmented exhibits, each revealing a different aspect of the speaker’s life. The structuring of the collection into “galleries” reinforces this theme, guiding the reader through different emotional landscapes. Childhood is rendered with a mix of nostalgia and unease, while later sections explore loss, identity, and the peculiar ways in which objects hold significance.

Death is a recurrent motif, often appearing in unexpected ways. In Deathwatch Beetles, Finch writes, “She was sure they were dancing; / feelers high / vibrating the air / sending out invisible ripples / to celebrate an end.” Here, she transforms decay into something almost celebratory, reflecting on the inescapability of time while imbuing it with an eerie beauty. Similarly, I Don’t Know explores the uncertainty of loss with a quiet, devastating honesty: “I don’t know if biting one by one / through a dozen budded tulips would help.” Finch does not attempt to impose order on grief; instead, she lets it unfold organically, offering moments of both revelation and ambiguity.

One of Finch’s greatest strengths is her ability to render seemingly ordinary moments into profound reflections on existence. In A Garden Pond, she transforms a childhood memory into a meditation on immersion—both literal and psychological. The poem opens with striking imagery:

“I had never seen so many shades of darkness. / Difficult to distinguish / dark brown from burnished black.”

Here, Finch demonstrates a masterful use of sensory detail, drawing the reader into a moment of quiet observation. The final lines shift the tone dramatically:

“They shouldn’t have ripped me from it / just to wrap me in a stranger’s dog blanket.”

The abruptness of this transition creates a sense of dislocation, mirroring the speaker’s experience. The pond becomes more than just a body of water—it is a place of comfort and discovery, from which the child is forcibly removed. Finch captures the rawness of childhood experience, showing how moments of wonder can be abruptly disrupted by the adult world.

In The Peacock, Finch explores the fine line between curiosity and horror. The poem describes a peacock swallowing a grape, its throat visibly swelling. What begins as an amusing anecdote takes a darker turn:

“Then shocked by how slowly it sank. / I remember swallowing hard / wishing that would help / and looking into its eyes / wanting to know if it was panicking yet.”

The speaker’s helplessness is palpable, and Finch’s careful pacing draws out the tension. This moment of childhood innocence is complicated by an awareness of mortality. The poet’s ability to layer meaning—moving from playfulness to existential unease—is one of the collection’s most striking qualities.

Finch’s structural choices are integral to the impact of Welcome to the Museum of a Life. The division into galleries provides a sense of movement, guiding the reader through different emotional terrains. The use of varied line lengths and stanza breaks enhances the rhythm of the collection, making each poem feel distinct yet interconnected.

Her word choice is particularly precise, balancing the conversational with the lyrical. In An Apple for My Mum, Finch describes an impossibly blue apple:

“It shone like the first strokes from a bottle / of nail polish labelled ‘electric blue’.”

The specificity of the comparison makes the image vivid and tangible, grounding the surreal element of the poem. Throughout the collection, Finch’s language remains both accessible and intricate, inviting wide readers of contemporary poetry to engage deeply with each piece.

Welcome to the Museum of a Life is a stunning collection that blends memory, metaphor, and emotion with remarkable finesse. Finch’s ability to move between the surreal and the deeply personal ensures that each poem lingers in the reader’s mind long after the final page. The collection’s innovative structure, evocative imagery, and emotional depth make it an essential read for lovers of contemporary poetry. Finch does not just write about life—she curates it, offering each poem as an exhibit in an ever-expanding museum of memory.

The Broken Spine 

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Alan Parry is a Merseyside-based writer, editor, and lecturer. His writing embraces gritty realism, open-ended narratives, and the musical stylings of 60s girl groups. Published by esteemed platforms like Dream Noir, Streetcake Magazine, and Ghost City Press, Alan's work showcases his talent for evocative prose and poetry. Inspired by Alan Bennett, James Baldwin, and Stan Barstow, he crafts compelling stories that resonate deeply. His debut poetry collection, "Neon Ghosts" (2020), and subsequent works like "Belisama" (2021) and "Echoes" (2022) demonstrate his creative prowess. With an expanding repertoire and a distinct voice, Alan Parry is an emerging force in literature and performance. 
 

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