by Daniel Green

A Girl is a Half-Formed Thing – Eimear McBride

If the prose style we encounter is initially resistant to our usual expectations, it acquires its own kind of clarity in advancing the narrative.

Beautiful Soul – Joshua Corey

Beautiful Soul, in its scrupulous attention to phrase and image in almost every sentence, could be called an attempt to bring the characters and their milieu to life through the vigor of the words on the page.

The Blazing World – Siri Hustvedt

If conceptual art often reduces the experience of art to the contemplation of the idea that the art serves to bring into focus, The Blazing World settles for the ideas leading to the ideas leading to the art whose existence must remain imaginary.

Praying Drunk – Kyle Minor

The book is caught between the impulse to evoke the culture and struggles of the Bible Belt and what seems like a retroactive concern with aesthetic design.

Storm Still – Peter Handke

It is not uncommon in discussions of Peter Handke’s work for both Handke and literary critics to refer to a “text” of his rather than to a novel, a play, or a memoir.

Hawthorn and Child – Keith Ridgway

Hawthorn and Child is a fundamentally conventional work of fiction, with arguably the imposed tension between reading it as a novel and reading it a series of short stories the sole adventurous feature.

Bleeding Edge – Thomas Pynchon

Ultimately Bleeding Edge is not so much “minor” Pynchon as it is a kind of synthetic replica of a Thomas Pynchon novel, all the more disappointing because it was written by Pynchon himself.

Cannonball – Joseph McElroy

A difficult novel should be difficult because it prompts us to reexamine our facile assumptions, not because it’s boring.

Benediction – Kent Haruf

Benediction sets out to do what old-fashioned realism, at its best, took as its central ambition, to portray life as lived, without the kind of artificial distortions that would make it seem either better or worse than the actuality itself allows.

Percival Everett by Virgil Russell – Percival Everett

At its best, Everett’s self-reflexive mockery and abrasive humor closely approach the line separating productive ridicule and mere negation, but don’t quite cross it.