The Laughing Monsters – Denis Johnson

Johnson seems content to produce an entertainment of the kind Graham Greene claimed to periodically write, a novel that engages the author’s characteristic themes, but in a manner that seems safely familiar.

The Trace – Forrest Gander

For Dale and Hoa, middle-class fools who have waded in far too deep, the encounter will prove surreal and cathartic, though Gander is too sophisticated to provide a clear resolution.

@War: The Rise of the Military-Internet Complex – Shane Harris

Most frustrating is the author’s futile attempt to reconcile his desire for a broad readership with his choice of a subject as inherently technical as cyber warfare.

The Last Projector – David James Keaton

Everything from car accidents and vicious dog attacks to a broken penis and punches to the face are hurled at the reader without any time for rest.

In the Heart of the Heart of the Country – William H. Gass

Gass is not an obfuscator by nature, but rather one who would show you how a thing works, whether it’s the clockwork of a sentence by Henry James or the heart of a fascist.

The Anatomy of Dreams – Chloe Benjamin

Too many sentences feel freighted with meaning — too small to be foreshortening, too clunky to seem clever in hindsight.

Bolaño: A Biography in Conversations – Mónica Maristain

A kind of memorial service where stories — and differing accounts of the man — can be heard amid the rapturous din of conjecture.

McGlue – Ottessa Moshfegh

McGlue is covered in a lush filth.

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.

I Called Him Necktie – Milena Michiko Flašar

We realize: no one is what they seem. We realize: everyone has private tragedies; everyone is a tiny book.