Nice Day For Murder: Poems for James Cagney
by Kimmy Beach
Turnstone Press, 2001
Reviewed by Shelagh M. Rowan-Legg
Alberta author Kimmy Beach makes a stunning debut with Nice Day for Murder:
Poems for James Cagney. Although he wanted to be known as a song-and-dance
man, he is remembered most for his criminal roles, mainly in such films as
The Public Enemy and White Heat.
Beach observes Cagney from the point of view of women, mainly his co-stars.
In his gangster movies, Cagney treats women little better than dogs: they
are kicked, shot, verbally humiliated, and still they come back for more.
It can be hard to watch these scenes in our modern feminist age, but Beach
turns the power over to the women: in these poems, the gun is turned to
Cagney, though the women still don't lose their raw desire for him. From
'P.S. Why stop there, big though boy?'
"imagine me covered in crushed
raspberries your mouth
pickin them from me
the juice dribbling between my
legsXXXXmy breasts
I coulda lived with that
me an over-ripe melon your allover
hands my raspberry thighs"
Beach captures the voice of her characters perfectly. I found myself
lingering over the poems, feeling the heat come right off the page, and I
couldn't wait to read more. She brings in such film noir actresses as Joan
Blondell, Jean Harlow and Mae Clarke. The women finally get to talk back to
Cagney in a way they never did in the films. From 'Kiss me goodbye':
XXXXXXI know I started it
XXXXXXsure I threw the knife
but I hardly touched you Jimmy
it was just a little trickle behind your left ear
and besides it was in the script
Another very clever device Beach uses in interscpersing the poems with
letters to Cagney from a particularily obsessive fan. They start out as
normal, praise for his work, and a request for a studio photograph, and
escalate throughout the book as the fan becomes more and more irrational,
inventing a love affair between her and Cagney, and seemingly stalking him
outside the film studios. It works brilliantly in juxtaposing the
characters Cagney played on screen and his existence as a real person.
One of the few problems I had with the book was Beach's often bad choices in
line breaks; it is very difficult to have a sentence spread over two or
more lines, and I am unsure of Beach's choices; I often found myself
rereading lines in order to make sense of them.
Overall, the poems sink up through skin and leave you breathless and wanting
more. This is a book for fans of James Cagney and for all lovers of
sensual, raw poetry. Shelagh M. Rowan-Legg is the
publisher of 13th Tiger Press
and the author of Nitty Gritty: The Film Noir
Poems. |
