Reviews

When Watched – Leopoldine Core

Core is skillful at conjuring modern life without ceding to signposts like smartphones or social networks.

I’ve Got a Time Bomb – Sybil Lamb

In the absence of any kind of fair political structure and the resources to establish successful radical communities, we rely on who and what we can, hoping that small groups, friends, and lovers can sop some of the ache gushing out of our collective political void.

Experimental Animals: A Reality Fiction – Thalia Field

By subordinating the male voices to a woman speaking to another woman, Field complicates the over-presence of the male voice in the history that Experimental Animals documents.

Landscapes: John Berger on Art – John Berger

Berger attempts to navigate the expectations of art criticism ­— its perpetual parade of posh-ish poseurs and dilettantes — vis-à-vis his own Marxism.

Moshi Moshi – Banana Yoshimoto

Grief is a full-body experience, but so too is joy.

White Elephant – Mako Idemitsu

It’s Japanese, obviously, but, this character is too close. Too much home. Too much — ugh, if I say she’s too much like me I’ll sound like I don’t know how to read books.

Me Against the World – Kazufumi Shiraishi

Cancer is suicidal, we learn. Ghosts are only capable of uninteresting platitudes.

Slow Days, Fast Company – Eve Babitz

I seek out books about Los Angeles because I want to sit in sunshine with babes and talk about stories.

The Great Latin American Novel – Carlos Fuentes

What is most characteristic of this collection is this hunger for interconnectedness, a genuine belief that books are rewritings of other books, that the novel is not so novel.

Diving Makes the Water Deep – Zach Savich

Savich’s book is as far from illness memoir as it is from self-elegy — is closest to what Keats once referred to as “the posthumous existence.”

I’ve Got a Time Bomb – Sybil Lamb

In the absence of any kind of fair political structure and the resources to establish successful radical communities, we rely on who and what we can, hoping that small groups, friends, and lovers can sop some of the ache gushing out of our collective political void.

White Elephant – Mako Idemitsu

It’s Japanese, obviously, but, this character is too close. Too much home. Too much — ugh, if I say she’s too much like me I’ll sound like I don’t know how to read books.

Moshi Moshi – Banana Yoshimoto

Grief is a full-body experience, but so too is joy.

White Elephant – Mako Idemitsu

It’s Japanese, obviously, but, this character is too close. Too much home. Too much — ugh, if I say she’s too much like me I’ll sound like I don’t know how to read books.