Review

Witches of America – Alex Mar

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We speak derisively of being slaves to routine, but if all obligations were eliminated, if we were confronted by complete freedom of choice, who among us could honestly say that she would not be paralyzed?

Simone – Eduardo Lalo

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The book is, at its core, an argument, even a challenge: to bypass a country’s literature is to also ignore its history, its people, its love and its pain, and to care about them is to read them.

Fates and Furies – Lauren Groff

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Groff gives herself a generous budget for histrionics of language. If it’s guilty of excess, well, recall the wailing and breast-beating, the hair-pulling and eye-gouging of the Greek tragedies.

Cries for Help, Various – Padgett Powell

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While Powell’s disengagement is unnerving, what is somewhat infuriating is a lack of critical response to his blatant sexism. Reviewers praise Powell as a visionary and kooky weirdo.

Not on Fire, but Burning – Greg Hrbek

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If I could only praise Not on Fire one time, I would applaud its ability to make immediate and pressing a question that ordinarily feels naive and pointless: What if things had happened another way?

Now and At the Hour of Our Death – Susana Moreira Marques

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Moreira Marques captures something essential about death in her book’s first half by touching only lightly on the specifics of the people she encounters, and rarely mentioning herself.

Hunger Makes Me a Modern Girl – Carrie Brownstein

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Brownstein doesn’t need to vomit to show us what’s inside her. She has the supernatural capability to unstitch her skin and show us her insides without bile or blood.

Memory Theater – Simon Critchley

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For all his clarity in explaining philosophical concepts, Critchley is also adept at the use of ambiguity to create an aura of mystery that invites speculation long after the book is done.

Best of Reviews, 2015

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This year, we read books like maps. Collected here are ten of our favorite reviews published in 2015.

See You in the Morning – Mairead Case

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This is not the mode of the stereotypical teenage diary . . . this is the mode of someone hoping that by taking in everything, everything will be revealed.