Affairs Run in the Family

Affairs Run in the Family
by Lee Varon 
Finishing Line Press, 2017

Review by Julia Carlson

Lee Varon’s book, Affairs Run in the Family, (Finishing Line Press, 2017) is an exploration of and testament to the fragile feelings of the author’s memories of her Southern upbringing and relationship with her grandmother.  When the husband of the grandfather’s mistress attempted to murder him, her grandmother’s life was forever changed. And then, there were also the events of the civil rights era, which played out during the author’s childhood and left a deep impression on her.  Those complex feelings are explored as the author attempts to reconcile these events and their consequences to her grandparents, family, and herself.  In “Court”, Varon describes her grandmother at the trial of her husband’s aggressor –

            “You wear your grey tweed
             threaded with lavender
             smoky silk stockings,
             sensible shoes.
             Nothing too flashy….

            Let Mrs. Harlot paint herself
            wear her flared skirt
            her pink cloche skirt
            in discrete perfume….”

            “You have been with him
             teaching him slowly
             to hold a cup
             sip water…”

And her grandfather in “After the Affair” –

              “After the affair, he cursed the bullet embedded in his brain
               After the affair, he never saw her green eyes
               After the affair, all they had were fireflies-
               small lanterns of longing scattered between them.“

Varon is on point describing her childhood confusion about the mixed messages she received from her grandmother, a Southern woman who carries on despite the shame of her husband’s indiscretion.  We meet the steely will and fight for respectability of this woman done wrong, in her judgement of her husband’s mistress, and in other aspects of Southern life.  Varon’s reflections about her grandmother are especially poignant as we are made aware of her desire for her grandmother’s love –

               “”Every summer
               I entered the cage
               of her love”…

all the while acknowledging that her grandmother’s character did not sit quite right.

In “1959 With My Grandmother”, waiting in the bus station with Grandmother,they are sitting across from a black woman:

            “You don’t know the black woman
             across from us.

             You lean over, loudly whisper,
             “Honey, everyday I thank God

             I wasn’t born a colored person.”
I try to fold my ticket

             into a schoolyard fortune teller,
             to lean against the blonde oak bench

             become invisible.”

Varon’s poems deal with her experience of the negative aspects of the South during her childhood.  In her poem “We Sat Every Night”, Varon describes how her 11 year old mind tries to make sense of this –

            “The government says colored people can vote, Nana.
Why are whites against it?

            People up North are always criticizing us southerners
            but the colored are still treated
            with more respect here
            than most anywhere else….

            “Where is that anywhere else?”

            When I argued with you
            you chalked it up to my tainted Jewish blood
            something I couldn’t help…”         

Varon’s descriptive, lyrical language evokes many flavors of the South:  pecan pie, crab cakes, burnt sugar cake, lavender, cedar, cinnamon, honeysuckle scent on a hot night, the sound of birdsong   In “After”, written about her mother’s death, we read:

            “…..I watch birds fall
            from the sky and shake

            their wings in the dying sun.
            Vireo, Thrush, Cedar Waxwing.
            The magnolias have just begun
             to spread pink gauze over deepening

             green, as your face returns
             in the luster of dark wood…”

This fine collection is well-worth reading more than once, and I highly recommend it.  I was taken back to that time when church bombings and Freedom Riders dominated the evening news, and recalled the same question I had:  Why do grownups do these awful things?   A longer compilation of these poems was awarded the Sunshot Poetry Prize and will be published in 2018.