If there is any form that this strange yet beautiful book nods to more than any other, it is the diary, and death is everywhere in its pages.
The Future – Marc Augé / Heroes – Franco ‘Bifo’ Berardi
Neither Augé nor Bifo wants the future to be a dodge, and nor should we.
The Outer Harbour – Wayde Compton
Without the rubric of race and ethnicity applied, she is unclassifiable, and therefore both powerful and vulnerable.
The Force of What’s Possible – Lily Hoang & Joshua Marie Wilkinson
The avant-garde, in prizing the possible, is always asking about — everything. Possibility and asking: fundamentally, the two intertwine.
The Guild of Saint Cooper – Shya Scanlon
The Guild of Saint Cooper feels less like Twin Peaks fanfiction than a novel written for an audience that will understand the joke.
The strangest thing that could happen in a story of modern, domestic malaise is for a struggling single mother not to, say, turn into a doily.
The Old Man and the Bench – Urs Allemann
It’s not spoiling anything to say that the old man’s twaddle does eventually stop.
Desire expands, complicates (to staples, to other women) when you fuck with clichés.
The Fall of Language in the Age of English – Minae Mizumura
The kids don’t read enough, but even if they do, they don’t read the good stuff.
I, Bartleby – Meredith Quartermain
I, Bartleby is reluctant to provide those markers we most associate with “short stories.”