Cinema in the Digital Age – Nicholas Rombes
I associate theaters less with the quiet company of unknown others, and more with the annoyance of an introvert forced to enjoy herself in public.
Missives from the Green Campaign – David Armstrong
We exchange small gods for growing things, and are content.
The Vine That Ate the South – J.D. Wilkes
THE VINE THAT ATE THE SOUTH is more conversion narrative than odyssey, and more tall tale than either, filled with a twisty, tongue-in-cheek lyricism that calls to mind a Weird Twain.
Powers of Darkness – Bram Stoker & Valdimar Ásmundsson
MAKT MYRKRANNA is not precisely a translation of Dracula; or at least, it’s not what could be termed a good translation of Dracula.
Moshi Moshi – Banana Yoshimoto
Grief is a full-body experience, but so too is joy.
The Xenotext: Book 1 – Christian Bök
The Xenotext feels like nothing so much as high-tech genetic graffiti: “Christian wuz here” in microbial verse.
Three Moments of an Explosion – China Miéville
Miéville has always been interested in more than simply making us shiver.
Dreamlike and horrifying, The Vorrh is permeated with an ominous power.
Haints Stay is dark, and bloody, and violent: raw and cutthroat and still capable of reducing you to helpless snickers.
The Guild of Saint Cooper – Shya Scanlon
The Guild of Saint Cooper feels less like Twin Peaks fanfiction than a novel written for an audience that will understand the joke.