“…Alvarez does more than give voice in this deceptively slim chapbook. She gives the starlets portals through which to enter our modern. She revives their haints … by telling their truths and each jump each famous beauty brings us deeper down a rabbit hole and as I read this book my house gave way with the strength and true of these women.”—Rebecca Loudon
“This poetry pamphlet/chapbook is totally eyeing up my jewellery! ‘Hollywood starlet’ by ivy alvarez. It’s really good! A short series of poems around 1950s female movie icons. I’m so jealous of this pamphlet/chapbook! Striking cover design too.” —eurotrashfreak
The poem goes from recognizing Hepburn as the quick-witted “girl Friday,” the friend, not the lover, and ends in heartbreak; we feel her plain yearning at the end. Alvarez brings out the “Kathy” (vs Katherine) in us, in the wanting what we never seem to get, even though we already seemingly have it all.
Read the rest of the review, Flee to Fame: Leave the Chewed up Pieces at Home
There are identifiers aside from Asian and Filipino that one could use to describe me — Australian, European, even Aucklander. I can only point to my writing as a way to answer the question of self-definition, since I am one who is only ever comfortable calling herself a writer.
Read the rest of the article, CODA #2: The future of Aotearoa New Zealand poetry? on Jacket2, as well as two poems from The Everyday English Dictionary.