I feel like “Peanuts,” which is probably my favorite comic strip, shows the parade of humiliations of a character’s life, but plays them for empathy and laughs.
When there’s there’s no horizontal stability, constant movement is required in order to stay upright. What becomes of resistance if existence has to be elastic?
This Divided Island – Samanth Subramanian
Divided Island, then, is a post-war book, which tries to saturate its pages with the atmosphere of war.
If creating great historical fiction requires more than an intellectual curiosity about the past but also an appreciation for the nuanced way that history’s shadows accrete to color our present, then Hungarian author György Spiró’s Captivity stands with the best of the genre
The year’s best books, as selected by the editors of Full Stop.
Cosmic Pessimism – Eugene Thacker
Thacker’s text isn’t a monument; it isn’t even a book.
I read a fair amount of hotel reviews, and I really enjoyed reading them. The worse they are, the better they are in a way.
I don’t want to miss New York. I want to “brag as lustily as chanticleer in the morning” about our time together, but I’m not the specter who misses no one.
Between the World and Me – Ta-Nehisi Coates
Ta-Nehisi Coates does not write to blunt edges. He writes so that it might be possible to slice away the protective illusions that obscure the brutal reality of blackness in America.
Critics have put forth a few names, but so far there is no Next Bolaño yet. Not in terms of global readership or consensus, at least. So how are anglophone readers to know what Latin American literature commands our attention?