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The Maladaptation of White Noise

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Perhaps there is a tablet, a Dylar that actually works, that would make me forget Baumbach’s movie as the Gladneys wanted to forget death.

“Within Spitting Distance of the Exit”

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Some people will go to the ends of the earth for closure, while others maintain until their last, hypertensive breath that it doesn’t exist.

The Ferrante Coven

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The coven is not only a ritual meeting of practicing witches—it is an aspirational design for the literary establishment.

Mother Tongues

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The Dissenters is not a novel of exile: It is an Egyptian novel in English.

Where in the World is Michel Foucault? On Remigiusz Ryziński’s Foucault in Warsaw

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Perhaps Foucauldian controversies are a new annual tradition.

As a Non-Mother: Brandi Katherine Herrera’s MOTHER IS A BODY

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Those suffering from infertility often feel like human lab rats, captive to repetitive, demeaning processes that turn a formerly trustworthy, familiar body into a strange, combative “other,” a husk of stubborn, disagreeable matter.

Figures of Muratov

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There are times where the real subject of [Muratov’s] description seems to be not examples of art, places, or even people, but the relatively fleeting moments in between these things, which appear here almost by accident, like bystanders in a Polaroid.

Beyond Protagonist-Centered Fiction

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The conflict between realism and its alternatives may still be going strong, but when it comes to the centrality of the protagonist, there’s no conflict, only agreement.

How to Not Solve Romantic Love

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What is genuine love? What is manufactured love? Is there even any sense in distinguishing the two?

Screwball Behavior

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Dundy’s novels fit our times well while also existing blissfully without any of this baggage. Her characters are often selfish and reckless, but there’s nothing forced in these stories.