It is as if the atomistic building-blocks of his sentence-based universe had melted and run into one another.
Whispering Bodies – Jesse Michaels
His undoing is also that of punk rock
Bleeding Edge – Thomas Pynchon
Ultimately Bleeding Edge is not so much “minor” Pynchon as it is a kind of synthetic replica of a Thomas Pynchon novel, all the more disappointing because it was written by Pynchon himself.
I’d characterize Mira Corpora as a seduction. It heightens the pulse and warps the mind with the allure and cliffhangers of a sexy action flick.
Silence of the Animals – John Gray
It enlivens the brain as it masticates, swallows and then defecates out the spirit.
My Father’s Ghost is Climbing in the Rain – Patricio Pron
The difficulty of writing when one’s own story has been broken.
You might be more ordinary than you usually like to think yourself.
John the Posthumous – Jason Schwartz
I could not find an appropriate place to read this book, lest it become tainted by its deft and oh-so-pretty insidiousness.
What can I say? The lure of the forbidden is powerful.
Awake to both the subtly human and bitterly hysterical faces of contemporary life