In Bianco, intellectual conviction slips into conspiracy.
At stake in such multitudes, of which Reza’s novel surely is another substantial contribution, seems to be a fundamental rejection of the premise of Adorno’s dictum “To write poetry after Auschwitz is barbaric.”
women & roosters – Fenn Stewart
Good poetry is never arbitrary; it’s active and intentional, like an argument.
The Woman Dies circumvented my critical brain: it made me laugh, shocked me, revealed my tastes to be safe rather than incisive.
Solidarity with Children – Madeline Lane-McKinley
Children do depend on adults, but dependence need not entail domination.
This narrative unmooring, while unconventional, strikes me as a byproduct of Jong’s departure from high-control religion
Now More Than Ever – Greta Schledorn
What Schledorn reveals isn’t a secret self but the impossibility of having one.
In the Realm of Motes – Baptiste Gaillard
Human witnesses are nowhere in this book
Silverman explains the ways the US’s richest people have moved to the political right
The vampire and the ex-rocker make a mournful pair: he with his ruined hands, she with her sad nocturnal life. He needs heroin; she needs blood. He has nothing left to live for; she hasn’t truly lived in centuries.