The Sugar Frosted Nutsack – Mark Leyner
When attempts to completely reconfigure our idea of the novel don’t wind up working, one starts feeling all the more pained by the absence of the fundamentals of fiction.
Imagine the British Museum and you have a pretty good idea of how McCarthy’s literary output is structured.
From the Umberplatzen – Susan Tepper
Not only is a picture worth a thousand words, but a thousand words is worth exactly that: a picture. A scene. Something developed just enough to look at, but no more.
Reticence – Jean-Philippe Toussaint
Toussaint’s novels are filled with darkness and light, both of which are consumed, inevitably, by a gray fog.
The Vanishers – Heidi Julavits
Is it really possible that a gifted psychic wouldn’t pick up on some of this stuff?
Suddenly, a Knock on the Door – Etgar Keret
After all, what is fantasy if not a wish for something new, something else, for some “knock on the door”?
The Book of a Thousand Eyes – Lyn Hejinian
Its dizzying language granted the exact feeling I constantly have upon waking: that I’ve forgotten the point, that what happened is slipping out of my hands, that I’ve learned nothing in all this time.
There are books that you possess, and books that possess you. Clearly, THREATS is the latter.
What We Talk About When We Talk About Anne Frank – Nathan Englander
The greater profundities emerge before Englander tries so hard to reach them.
The Femicide Machine – Sergio Gonzáles Rodríguez
That even biology cannot save us now is the gloomy possibility that THE FEMICIDE MACHINE places on the contemporary horizon.