Fanny Says

Nickole Brown grew up in Louisville, Kentucky, and Deerfield Beach, Florida. Her first collection, Sister, was published by Red Hen Press in 2007. She received her MFA from Vermont College of Fine Arts, studied literature at Oxford University, and was the editorial assistant for the late Hunter S. Thompson. She is the Editor for the Marie Alexander Series in Prose Poetry at White Pine Press, and is also an Assistant Professor at the University of Arkansas in Little Rock, where she lives with her wife, poet Jessica Jacobs.

• Table of ContentsFor Our Grandmothers IFuckYour MonthlyFanny Says She and Her Husband Had Their First FightFanny Linguistics: MalapropismsFanny Says She Spent ItPepsiFanny Says Sometimes It's Worth the WhuppingGo Put on Your FaceFor My Grandmother's Teeth, Pulled When She Was Thirty-SixFanny Says She Got SavedFanny Linguistics: NickoleFanny Says How to Make Potato SaladFanny Linguistics: SuperstitionThe DeadFanny Linguistics: BirdsongFanny Says She Learned to Throw the First StoneHettieFanny Says How to Be a LadyIICloroxFanny Says She Didn’t Use to Be AfraidFanny Linguistics: Publix HieroglyphicsFanny Linguistics: OriginsCriscoFor My Grandmother's Feet, Swollen AgainFanny Says How to Tend BabiesFanny Says She Wanted To See ElvisEPOFanny Says at Twenty-three She Learned to DriveDixie HighwayFanny Linguistics: How to Say What You MeanPhenoFanny Says She Made Him Feel BetterHow To Dress Like FannyFanny Says I Need to Keep WarmIIIA Genealogy of The WordIVFanny Says She Knows How Little Time is LeftFor My Grandmother's Gallstones, ReconsideredSweet SilverFanny Says She Meets a Stripper in the ERBullshit, Bullshit, BullshitFanny Says Again the Same Dream on MorphineFlitterFanny Asks Me a Question Before I'd Even Ask MyselfMy Book, In BirdsA Translation for the Spiritual Mediator Who May Speak for Me to Frances Lee Cox, Wherever She May BeTo My Grandmother's Ghost, Flying with Me on a PlaneFanny Linguistics: ThaumatologyThe Family Says It Celebrates IndependenceAn Invitation for My GrandmotherA Prayer for the Self-Made ManFor My Grandmother's Perfume, NorellFanny Says GoodbyeAfterword

A San Francisco Chronicle Best Book of 2015 A Library Journal Best Book of 2015 A NewPages "Editor's Pick" for 2015 Berea College's 2015 Weatherford Award for Poetry "Brown's sprawling sophomore collection is a lyrical biography of and tribute to her wise and irreverent southern grandmother. Along with a memorable lesson in the use of the word 'flitter,' what'll stick most is this book's unknown 'word for all things left unbroken, a word for breakable yet unbroken thing." --NPR Books "In a voice that is both authentic and colloquial, Brown tells the story, without sentimentality or cliche, of her grandmother Fanny... It's rare to find a book of poems that reads like a well-plotted page-turner, each poem propelling the reader into the next, each poem filled with story and song. This is that book. VERDICT Bawdy and real, this volume will stay with readers long after Fanny has had her final say." --Library Journal, Starred Review "Brown's depiction of her cussing, pill-popping grandmother Fanny, who wears push-up brassieres along with starched, short-sleeved men's 'business' shirts, is poignant, funny, and utterly real. Fanny's tone and inflection come alive through the series of poems based on her actual words. And through Brown's vivid, honest, and surprisingly nonjudgmental reflections, we develop, page by page, a mental image of her grandmother in the mid-twentieth-century South and can't help but enjoy the process of getting to know Frances Lee Cox. While this collection honors Fanny's span of years on this planet and her impact on her granddaughter, it also showcases the writer's humor, insight, and poetic gifts." --Booklist "This is a commentary on the South as a whole... Fanny Says remains a tender character study above all else. I wouldn't be surprised to see a film adapted from this. It endures sentiment and challenges social notions. It is true to humanity and breathed with life." --NewPages "Nickole Brown has written an epic poem called Fanny Says... It is in essence one long poem--138 pages--chambered like a heart and pumping language like blood to every stanza throughout this single, vital organ. Though Brown has written these words down, the oracular qualities of her grandmother, Frances Lee Cox--her distinctive way of speaking, idioms and regionalisms, malapropisms and profanities all--manifests so entirely that the reader is not really reading but listening as this monumental, multi-generational narrative unfolds." --The Rumpus "Many of us find it difficult to tell our family stories--no surprise, as they are usually loaded. One of the accomplishments of Fanny Says is its skillful and unapologetic confrontation of the shamelessness of Brown's people--and sometimes ours... Here Brown is at her best--writing calamity with eloquence, speaking, in the same moment, Fanny's complications and the poet's claim on it. This book, like a grandmother's love, is not always pretty, but it pulls you in and gives you so much truth." --Oxford American Magazine "Brown blends descriptions of the immensely wise, brazen and sailor-mouthed Fanny with ruminations on both the power of memory and the Kentucky culture that surrounded them both. The editorial assistant for the late Hunter S. Thompson, the fabric of Brown's poems share threads of his deeply honest and personal reporting, but Fanny Says proves that she's a literary heavyweight in a class of her own." --BookPage "Fanny Says delights and dazzles at every turn. In these poems, Brown finds the space and time to explore her own family and the South as an imagined location. In the tradition of great lesbian writers such as Dorothy Allison, Fannie Flagg, June Arnold and Rita Mae Brown, Nickole Brown spins a yarn that is at once fantastical and believable, one that leaves us, as readers, yearning for more." --Lambda Literary "Reading Nickole Brown's new book of poems, Fanny Says, is like being introduced to someone you never want to let go, the kind of fierce, tender, acerbic, complicated woman who will snag you by your scruff and tell you what you don't want to hear, and--in the next breath--what you need to hear." --Gwarlingo "Nickole Brown first established herself as a major talent with her 2007 novel in poems, Sister, and Fanny Says marks a further development in Brown's exploration of what a poetry collection can be and do... This book explores Fanny in all her troubled humanity, and confronts domestic violence, racism, and poverty in the American South." --Tahoma Literary Review "The imagery is blunt, the dialect true, and what unfolds is a metaphoric hope chest, a series of living flashbacks through which Brown creates a poetic treatise on memory's workings... With subtle technique, Brown encourages the reader to take liberty with these crisp narratives and provokes us to imagine Fanny beyond the page." --Oxford American "Brown delivers poetic mastery with extraordinary craft and control of language, images, line and diction." --Lambda Literary "Like Allen Ginsberg's Kaddish or Sarah Blake's Mr. West, this book draws its energy from the personality of its main character/subject and the way the speaker engages with it. The main character of Fanny Says is likeable, foulmouthed, strange, immensely memorable, and perhaps most importantly, very funny. In memorializing Fanny, Nickole Brown has made her come alive." --Los Angeles Review "Brown's interest in Kentucky speech sounds, and the many speeds in her free verse -- from rapid fire to syrupy-slow -- fit the unfolding of Fanny's life...What would already be a neat set of "way-back stories/ hard as the lichen-green apples/ of Kentucky," told only in Nickole's or Fanny's voice, gets depth from the way that we hear both together: Brown neither whitewashes nor condescends, but shows us "how/ hard she worked/ to become/ who she was." --San Francisco Chronicle "Brown isn't a sentimentalist nor does she dismiss ambiguity for some muzzy unifying principle. What Fanny says and how she says it are paramount here...Richly conceived, Fanny Says is dense with material yet welcoming in its spirited shape-shifting." --Ron Slate