Devour Me, Again: Poems

Bambi Lake loved beauty. Bambi Lake wanted to be famous. Gradually moving the needle Bambi Lake’s haunted words are turning the trick, growing her fame, shooting like stars. Even in death, still, she’s making an entrance.

A moving firsthand account of not just the author’s own life but the city of San Francisco as it changed beyond recognition. It’s like a little bit Balzac’s Comédie Humaine and a whole lot of “the most interesting woman at the bar has decided to tell you about her life.” Which, thank god. Obviously. You hope she never stops.”

It’s good to see that Bambi has put out books about her life because it has been one-of-a-kind and an inspiration for anyone who wants to stand up for themselves. I admire her guts and her sense of humor. Sometimes you might think that nothing gets to her but that’s not true—something gets to all of us. It’s how you ride it out that tells the world where you’re at. I believe she carries herself rather well. Long may she wave.

Bambi is a one of a kind story of talent, free spirit, and determined survival. And imagination! Half the stuff in her Jello poem is sure news to me. But stretching things never hurt Hunter Thompson . . . 

A trailblazer.