At some point in your life, something will fall in front of your feet that you did not expect. There’s a challenge that MAMMOTHER offers the reader: to believe, simply, in what you are about to read, and then to risk reading it.
In stories such as these, Walsh relies more heavily on continuous narrative than in VERTIGO, but still underscores what is not revealed, what acquires meaning only when unspoken.
“The country” has always held a dominant place in the stories that America tells about itself, imbued with popular understandings of national identity, character, and history.
Through Joan’s writings we see what Joan refuses to — that she has not and cannot inoculate her writing from her life; that her art and her life are symbiotic.
Iep Jãltok encourages readers to join the poetic speaker in questioning the narratives of history and realizing the complexity alive in everyday diction and decisions.
Much as the likeness of glazed cheeseburger, enlarged to unappetizing dimensions, beckons distastefully from deli windows citywide, Duffy’s subjects are larger than life and irksome.
The line between fiction and nonfiction, the creative and the critical, may have by now become blurrier and blurrier, but perhaps there is after all a point where to call an act of writing “fiction” only obscures that work’s actual achievement