A review by sakeriver
Giant by Richard Georges

I'm still sort of mulling this book over, a few days later. I find that I'm continuing to think about the resonances in the poems, and in particular with Shelley's "Ozymandias," which is explicitly referenced in the epigraph to the second section. There is, I think, an attempt to reckon with the aftermath of empire here. Or rather, not an attempt, but a demand that we all reckon with what "after" means in the context of empire and colonialism. Yet it's not merely the sense of decay that we're left with, as with Shelley's statue; rather, many of the poems highlight the vibrancy of the land and of nature. I think I'm going to have to give this book a second and maybe even a third read, because I find that I can't stop thinking about it.