By novel’s end, you’ve been swallowed up and spat out, doused in stinging wetness and covered in luminescent fur.
A Good Day for Seppuku – Kate Braverman
Experimental boomer fiction that may not have lost its bile, but has lost its bite.
Sadness Is a White Bird – Moriel Rothman-Zecher
In some ways every work of Israeli literature is about the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, but some of them are trying to solve it.
The Geography of Rebels Trilogy – Maria Gabriela Llansol
Life for Llansol, at least going by these books, seems to have been something more flowing and organic than even an agua viva of the “I” as Lispector defines it.
Little Reunions – Eileen Chang
Chang has been referred to as China’s Joan Didion.
Tawada’s is a fiction of resistance — to capitalism, imperialism, normative emotional expectations — and that can, sometimes, look a lot like cruelty.
Rather than crafting a character study or a love-at-first-sight romance (though the novel includes elements of both), Ganieva attempts to encapsulate Dagestan’s complexities, interrogating its customs, politics, and religion.
The Juniper Tree – Barbara Comyns
One of the scariest moments of THE JUNIPER TREE is nothing more than the sight of some flowers on the floor.
The Garbage Times / White Ibis – Sam Pink
It’s THEY SHOOT HORSES, DON’T THEY in a funnier, sustained alt lit sentegraph.
Camp Marmalade – Wayne Koestenbaum
I don’t care how these books were really made. The fetish of process reminds me too much of the marketing strategies behind twice-distilled commercial bourbons and locally-sourced corporate burrito chains.