Nina Bennett reviews Travel Notes from the River Styx, from Terrapin Books

Susanna Lang

Travel Notes from the River Styx, $16.99 Terrapin Books.

I’m a sucker for titles. Susanna Lang’s newest collection, Travel Notes From the River Styx, has a title I simply cannot resist. Just from the title, before reading any of the poems, I intuited there would be poems of loss, of ambivalence, of the ultimate journey as one crosses from this world to whatever is next. The stunning cover photo by Nancy Marshall, with its dark, bare trees lining a river, reinforced my guess. Lang has won numerous awards for her poetry, including two Pushcart nominations and a Best of the Net nomination, and it’s easy to see why after reading her work. These poems are soft, subtle, often just a hint of the underlying loss. They morph between descriptions so clear you aren’t sure if it’s a memory or a current scene, and absence. This gentle back-and-forth reflects the way one’s mind works when faced with loss.

The book contains five numbered sections. Each section seems complete in itself, and yet they all connect to make a whole. The travel notes are actual and metaphorical. The opening poem “Road Trip,” is a long one which sets up the mood of the book. In the middle these lines:

My father was still in his nightshirt but he stood unaided

as he had not done in years, a glass in his hand,

proposing a toast. Has it been like this for you,

have you found the house where your dead linger

along some other road, in the course of some other trip?

Haven’t we all looked and yearned for a place where we can relocate dead loved ones, whether it be a physical place such as a childhood home, or in our memories and the stories we tell?

Water, rain, and mirrors abound. The second section opens with the poem “Welcome,” where the speaker tells us:

Now that you are here, I want you to know

the difficulty of water.

If there is not enough water, a river barely moves, won’t carry a traveler far on the journey.

The title poem starts the third section, and yes, there really is a River Styx in Mammoth Cave. In Greek mythology, this is the river that forms the boundary between Earth and the Underworld. The infamous ferryman exacts a toll for the crossing. The speaker’s “father leaves, he comes back.” Is it the father who isn’t sure it’s his time, or does the ferryman make that d