Transplanting, mirroring, translation — each conserves some part of the original, even if some other part is lost.
I keep wondering what it means for a city to be no-place. What it means to make home out of no-place.
Beyond the Blurb – Daniel Green
The divide between the top capos of Big 5 publishing and the assistants that execute their bidding is more vast and unscalable than ever before.
The Willow King – Meelis Friedenthal
With our own era’s debates on science, truth, and the merit of religion, THE WILLOW KING makes us appreciate how much, and how little, have changed in the intervening three hundred years.
Against Everything – Mark Greif
It is Greif’s willingness to court his own ambivalences and inconsistencies that make these essays both enjoyable and genuinely edifying.
Down Below – Leonora Carrington
For Carrington, surrealism seems less of an art movement designed to attack the world, and more like something purged from the body, like a ball of mucous or grease on the skin after a fever.
He drinks, he gambles, he obsesses over his emotions, and he sleeps. Occasionally he writes.
Annihilation Songs – Jason DeBoer
The syntax of struggle does not prevail.
Imagine Wanting Only This – Kristen Radtke
Part of what had excited me was something that doesn’t usually make for compelling criticism, that is, I had found IMAGINE WANTING ONLY THIS to be relatable.
If one must confess, they should do so intelligently. They must interrogate their own confession.