this is the fugitive – Misha Pam Dick
The path to comprehending this book is not a thorny labyrinth that eventually leads to one, glowing minotaur of “Eureka!” It is not a path at all.
What one wants to hold onto gets its own language: that is a pretty fitting description of the form of the essay in Gladman’s hands.
Games with Greta & Other Stories – Suzana Tratnik
Tratnik is not interested in portraying Slovenia’s queer scene as a bastion of solidarity and fellow-feeling.
The Attraction of Things / Story of Love in Solitude – Roger Lewinter
Lewinter asserts that time, as a sentence, visible in its extent on the page, durational in its reading but not in its image, is a mass, present all at once, although aggregated like granite.
Johanne, Johanne – Lars Sidenius
Johanne’s texts say little, and what they say, they repeat. Unlike a diary or a letter — an intimate glimpse into the mind of its writer — the texts keep the reader at arm’s length, establishing their relationship as a closed system, a secret affair that leaves out even the reader.
I Have Devoted My Life to the Clitoris – Elizabeth Hall
The clitoris is a detail.
Night in the Sun – Kyle Coma-Thompson
The great artists of the Industrial Revolution captured the immense historic change taking place around them. The stories here look not at a time of great historic change, but at a time of great historic having-changed.
The Voyager Record – Anthony Michael Morena
But an accumulation always threatens to stack, that is, threatens to make a tower and towers always point somewhere, reluctant teleology.
OS Grabeland, perhaps even purposefully, nonetheless rests on what feels like a slippery ethical slope.
Making Literature Now – Amy Hungerford
Hungerford complains about the power of the commercial market to make reputations, but doesn’t “interrogate,” as professors say, her own institutional power.