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.”

Motherland Hotel – Yusuf Atilgan

I’m probably slightly more informed about Turkey than the average American. What that means in reading Motherland Hotel is that I creatively misread it.

Fish in Exile – Vi Khi Nao

How does one bear a separation that is both unbearable and permanent? are the questions they, and Nao, face.

Late Stories – Stephen Dixon

Through Dixon’s work we come to recognize what is most “real” about human experience: the effort to understand it.

Swing Time – Zadie Smith

In SWING TIME…there is a sense of a very accomplished novelist approaching the first-person in a low gear, trying to avoid its antic conventions.

Selected Writings – René Magritte

Even though some of his distorted figures resemble those by Dalí, and some of the cruel acts committed in his scenes recall Balthus, Magritte’s career presents a wider-reaching institutional philosophy.

How to Travel Without Seeing – Andrés Neuman

Neuman’s humor, at its best, does more than make us laugh: it reveals the absurdity of the world we live in, and the world Neuman is traveling through.

The Art of Waiting: On Fertility, Medicine, and Motherhood – Belle Boggs

This review would not be welcome — but then, I’m writing a work of literary criticism, not a post to a support group, so I have different responsibilities.

this is the fugitive – Misha Pam Dick

The path to comprehending this book is not a thorny labyrinth that eventually leads to one, glowing minotaur of “Eureka!” It is not a path at all.

Calamities – Renee Gladman

What one wants to hold onto gets its own language: that is a pretty fitting description of the form of the essay in Gladman’s hands.