Laura Marie Marciano’s Mall Brat demands attention be paid to the crashing sounds of brand-centered adolescence, where the “I” is a cheap plastic spring wound so tightly around politics, family, gender, ethnicity, and sex that it can do nothing but snap. The tightness of the “I” in Mall Brat, and its pleading, searching voice challenges; it challenges the intrinsic, often uncommunicated, hazards of Louis Vuitton and Disney-fied pop-cultural references with copied images of Princess Aladdin’s Jasmine aside a poem entitled, […]