Diving Makes the Water Deep – Zach Savich
Savich’s book is as far from illness memoir as it is from self-elegy — is closest to what Keats once referred to as “the posthumous existence.”
Motherland Hotel – Yusuf Atilgan
I’m probably slightly more informed about Turkey than the average American. What that means in reading Motherland Hotel is that I creatively misread it.
How does one bear a separation that is both unbearable and permanent? are the questions they, and Nao, face.
Through Dixon’s work we come to recognize what is most “real” about human experience: the effort to understand it.
In SWING TIME…there is a sense of a very accomplished novelist approaching the first-person in a low gear, trying to avoid its antic conventions.
Selected Writings – René Magritte
Even though some of his distorted figures resemble those by Dalí, and some of the cruel acts committed in his scenes recall Balthus, Magritte’s career presents a wider-reaching institutional philosophy.
How to Travel Without Seeing – Andrés Neuman
Neuman’s humor, at its best, does more than make us laugh: it reveals the absurdity of the world we live in, and the world Neuman is traveling through.
The Art of Waiting: On Fertility, Medicine, and Motherhood – Belle Boggs
This review would not be welcome — but then, I’m writing a work of literary criticism, not a post to a support group, so I have different responsibilities.
this is the fugitive – Misha Pam Dick
The path to comprehending this book is not a thorny labyrinth that eventually leads to one, glowing minotaur of “Eureka!” It is not a path at all.
What one wants to hold onto gets its own language: that is a pretty fitting description of the form of the essay in Gladman’s hands.