cwalsh's review against another edition
1.0
I was hoping to like Broder's poetry as much as I liked her most recent compilation of essays (So Sad Today) but unfortunately that didn't happen. While Broder still maintains her unapologetic attitude, it seemed that something was missing. For some reason these poems feel unfinished and static, and in all honestly, quite boring. So Sad Today was a strong work that had purpose and to me Last Sext lacked meaning and simply felt like a random assortment of words on a page. I know essays and poetry are hard to compare, but in terms of impact, I think Broder should stick to the former. I hate to give Broder a negative review because her essays hit me on such an extremely emotional level, but after reading this I find it hard to believe that the two works are written by the same author.
janietheereader's review against another edition
1.0
admittedly, not my favorite poetry collection that i've ever read. points are granted, though, for the unabashed vulgarity of these poems. though slightly redundant in subject matter, there is an unapologetic tone to them which was refreshing to read
hannahbananali's review against another edition
3.0
3.5 stars
Very, very strange and odd. I'm a HUGE fan of Broder but this collection seemed to be a bit lacking in that gut-punch quality of her nonfiction and fiction. Her poetry follows her tendency to write existentially about death, fantasy, and incompleteness. It's dark and weird and grotesque but I just didn't *feel* much from it, which is such a contrast to how I've reacted to her other works, The Pisces and So Sad Today. It's still an intriguing collection but I definitely can't imagine myself picking this up again to reread.
Very, very strange and odd. I'm a HUGE fan of Broder but this collection seemed to be a bit lacking in that gut-punch quality of her nonfiction and fiction. Her poetry follows her tendency to write existentially about death, fantasy, and incompleteness. It's dark and weird and grotesque but I just didn't *feel* much from it, which is such a contrast to how I've reacted to her other works, The Pisces and So Sad Today. It's still an intriguing collection but I definitely can't imagine myself picking this up again to reread.
annecath's review against another edition
3.0
Okay, so the poems in this that I liked, I more than liked. There were poems in here I fell in love with. Then there were the other poems. They weren't bad, or if they were I wouldn't know because I know little about poetry, but they didn't speak to me in the same way. Highlights included "Bone Rooms" and "Dust Moan".
twiinklex's review against another edition
1.0
It's not a bad book but it's just not my cup of tea. I didn't really get most of it nor could I relate much, so I'm not going to pretend to. I do have a favourite piece though:
LIVING VOMIT
Sick people find each other and it is not a good thing
Sometimes it is a great thing
Every person is a sick person
Is that even true?
I lap your milk of illness up
It nurtures my dying
How bad am I doctor?
Very fatal, getting final
LIVING VOMIT
Sick people find each other and it is not a good thing
Sometimes it is a great thing
Every person is a sick person
Is that even true?
I lap your milk of illness up
It nurtures my dying
How bad am I doctor?
Very fatal, getting final
olinast's review against another edition
2.0
One of my favorite things in poetry is when writers use religious allusions to talk about sexuality and sex. Last Sext is primarily just that, but I swear to God (lol @ this pun) that not a single one of Broder's allusions was even halfway decent. This makes more sense than When You Mean One Thing but You Say Your Mother though, so I guess that's a plus. Anyway, here's the only part of the book that stuck with me. It's from a poem called "Bone Rooms."
That's it. Goodnight.
Mostly I am full of names
Demetrius and Christopher and Daniel and John
Cemeteries built around those letters
I dig the dead boys up and try to dance
In my bedroom I am dancing with skeletons
That's it. Goodnight.