Jenny Boully

TSky Press author Jenny Boully (one love affair*, not merely because of the unknown that was stalking toward them) is interviewed by Erin Lyndal Martin at Coldfront Magazine. Says Boully, "Make-believe does not last forever, the page says. There is something waiting to replace, to consume, to lay a cloak over the days of play and make-believe. The dreaming life will be eradicated. Wendy grows up and dies. A love story does not develop. Death and decay await. The playroom is revealed as a crypt, the love bed a coffin...."

At PANK Magazine, Helen McClory reviews Jenny Boully's *not merely because of the unknown that was stalking toward them* (Tarpaulin Sky Press, 2011): "In this prose-poem hybrid, the texts of Peter Pan have been enmeshed, re-corded, and spun into a thickness of sensual detail and slippery cross-reference. Under Boully’s fingertips, Neverland has burst open like a sodden swollen root, spilling out cutlery, birds, bearskins, thimbles, peas, open windows, mermaid scales, pubic hair, damp pirate beards, and fairy dust, of course...."

Jenny Boully's *not merely because of the unknown that was stalking toward them* is reviewed at Devil's Lake: "Peter and Wendy is [J.M.] Barrie’s novelization of a stage play, originally intended for adults but significantly altered for a child audience. The later Disney adaptation, Peter Pan, bears only a passing resemblance to the original story. Boully’s book retells the tale through the lens of memory, bringing the subtext of sexual and adulthood anxieties into the foreground. Tiger Lily, who competes for Peter’s attentions in the source text, is here even more overtly sexual, 'her thong all encrusted with the little shells from the seashore…she doesn’t shave her pubes, and they’re all sticking out and out.'”

Jenny Boully's *not merely because of the unknown that was stalking toward them* (Tarpaulin Sky Press, 2011) is reviewed by Karen Hannah at Open Letters Monthly: "Jenny Boully imagines characters escaping the fate of becoming a character and lifts the veil of their narrative to reveal the unknown that is ever urging one to become something other. Boully shows us that even developed characters can still question who they want to become—that choice still exists within the margins of a proper name. Boully continually explores how self is both a home that we bury deep within ourselves but are also in relentless pursuit to dig up. A beast of our own making, character is made up of what one does not know about oneself or one’s relationships with others."