Reviews

Something Like Breathing – Angela Readman

The attraction of Angela Readman’s SOMETHING LIKE BREATHING is in the distance between two girls negotiating their youth, not necessarily involved, but proximate to and observant of each other.

Nihilism – Nolen Gertz

What nihilism describes are the effects of living within a collapsed universe.

taxonomic drift – Mark Young

In order to access truth, poetry must “deviate from that which is familiar.”

The Complete Gary Lutz – Gary Lutz

Lutz’s stories are less the literary equivalent of stylized Instagram snapshots or artsy TikTok videos than careful montages made from the serial recordings of a surveillance camera

Manhunt – Jaime Fountaine

In MANHUNT, coming of age means coming to grips with powerlessness.

Justice Piece // Transmission – Lauren Levin

The felt political reality flickers into visibility: readers experience themselves caught in the weft, in contact with and transformed by a perspective that couldn’t have been otherwise articulated.

Touch Me Not: A Most Rare Compendium of the Whole Magical Art

Okay, sure — but what exactly happens if you perform magic with #FakeSigils?

BTTM FDRS – Ezra Claytan Daniels and Ben Passmore

One wonders what kind of blood-curdling monster story might have come out of CLTR VLTR.

Exquisite Mariposa – Fiona Alison Duncan

Its first bites taste like mainstream contemporary fiction; they go down easy, like candy, or like a Sally Rooney novel. But as you continue to chew — because this novel is chewy — you encounter something quite different.

Autobiography of Horse – Jenifer Sang Eun Park

Maybe the horse is fucking with her.

Exquisite Mariposa – Fiona Alison Duncan

Its first bites taste like mainstream contemporary fiction; they go down easy, like candy, or like a Sally Rooney novel. But as you continue to chew — because this novel is chewy — you encounter something quite different.

Autobiography of Horse – Jenifer Sang Eun Park

Maybe the horse is fucking with her.

Aphelia – Mikella Nicol

There is motive to this movement, if difficult female narrators can be called a movement.

The Memory Police – Yoko Ogawa

That there should be such ambiguity between perpetrator and victim is, it seems, part of the tragedy of totalitarianism: one can fully escape neither victimhood nor complicity.