Essays

Sneering Optimism: Jesse Michaels from Operation Ivy to Whispering Bodies

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It could be demoralizing, recalling those days from the Excel-induced ennui of my nineteenth floor desk… but Jesse Michaels had grown up into a literary young man, too, and he was still punk as fuck.

Ismail Kadare’s Toolkit: Literature and Transition

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He was no Václav Havel, Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn or Ai Weiwei. Yet, while not explicitly taking up contrary political positions, he had a literary toolkit that allowed him to scrutinize totalitarian power.

Notes for an Essay on Benjamin Lytal’s A MAP OF TULSA

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Start the actual discussion by describing just how Lytal’s book winds around the not-so-wild Midwestern world of the author’s hometown. Note that the plot, too, concerns a homecoming. (Try to avoid using commas like table salt.)

A Person to Whom Certain Things Happened

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Rachel Kushner’s THE FLAMETHROWERS has kindled sincere discussions in our literary press about the Great American Novel, but few critics have offered an interpretation. If it’s such a great novel, then what does it tell us?

An Acolyte of the Word

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Few writers carry language closer to the heart of their fiction than Diego Marani. In his work it assumes a central role, actually becoming character, story, and even setting.

Three Pieces of Duck Dynasty Fan Fiction to Look Into

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Like drops of dew, these Duck Dynasty inspired pieces glisten at the window of my reading glasses, casting rainbows into the living room of my brain.

WRECK-IT RALPH: a Primer for Dads on Smashing Patriarchy

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There is no ideal world for a person that pre-exists one’s participation in creating it. But here’s what Ralph and I can do: hurl our fumbling selves against the world. Smash it up real good.

Richard Dawkins and the Ascent of Madness

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Wander too far down the path of rationalist dogma and it’ll be no surprise if you end up like Richard Dawkins, sunning his genitals in a world that no longer makes any sense.

Writing Decline: Detroit City in Print

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Four books attempt to describe the Detroit of past and present: two good, one bad, one of such inconsequence its inclusion here is only justified as an act of collation.

No Master

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Anderson’s movies promote a particular fallacy: they encourage us to accept the symbol for the reality.