If stress makes us sick, all the more reason for us to avoid it; having medical evidence to back this up helps to bolster that argument. But surely we are not so neurotic as a society, so distrustful of our own subjective experience, that we need the supposedly objective ratification of an outside authority to make it seem valid?
Before you read it, you might see a quote from Roberto Bolaño on the back cover: Let’s say, modestly, that Arlt is Jesus Christ. You can ignore the blurb; you can have an original relationship with the book. Maybe this is what you should do.
In the creative cities model, liberty precedes equality and fraternity. The latter two are said to follow close behind, but the logic of the lie has been exposed time and time again, city by city.
Critics have put forth a few names, but so far there is no Next Bolaño yet. Not in terms of global readership or consensus, at least. So how are anglophone readers to know what Latin American literature commands our attention?
The work of being in pain every day is a form of manual labor in which the hours are unpredictable. The manual labor of being in pain every day is precarious because it is not a job you are paid to do, but a job that you pay to do, with your attention.
As we face an accelerating environmental crisis in this century, Atkins’ seaweed impressions remind us about extinctions past and present, those erasures and absences yet to come.