The Temporary Gentleman – Sebastian Barry

Against what the balladeers would tell us, nationalism has never been an all-in sentiment among the Irish.

Debbie Doesn’t Do It Anymore – Walter Mosley

The cathartic rutting that spices Mosley’s crime series is abandoned here for the everyday mechanics of industrialized desire.

Signs and Machines – Maurizio Lazzarato

Tracking down texts that gracefully bridge theory and praxis can be a thankless quest. Yet every so often we stumble upon a remarkable book which somehow manages to toe the line between the two.

Food Chain – Slava Mogutin

The main pitfall of the book is very similar to the main problem porno generally has: after a while, it becomes predictable and boring.

The Shimmering Go-Between – Lee Klein

To privilege surprise and suspense seems to reject the value of the possibility of critical distance, to render sacred the immersive entertainment value of story and perhaps most significantly to devalue the potential of re-reading.

The Last Days of My Mother – Sölvi Björn Sigurðsson

Drinking novels are familiar, death of a family member novels are familiar, dark comedies, familiar, but Last Days brings something new: a mother and son with absolutely zero boundaries.

The Fun We’ve Had – Michael J. Seidlinger

A mix of philosophy, gallows humor, love, and poetry that adds up to beautiful storytelling completely devoid of gimmicks and clichés.

The Last Lover – Can Xue

Hour three: My head hurts. I feel like I have been translating. I have stopped tweeting.

The Bride Stripped Bare By Her Bachelors, Even – Chris F. Westbury

Imagine Duchamp’s The Large Glass if the bachelors and bride had transcended their respective glass panels, and were living happily ever after in Philly. I don’t know if I’d travel to Philly to see that.

Friendship – Emily Gould

While I hope that in the sequel the characters devote their lives to some kind of fight for social justice, this story itself, told by a woman, about women, is refreshing.