Becoming Horses – Disa Wallander
This is HAROLD AND THE PURPLE CRAYON for adults, a road map for anyone who makes or wants to make art.
Race After Technology – Ruha Benjamin
If racism is being “retooled,” then so too must the abolitionist imaginaries dedicated to a society and world free of carceral and police violence.
A Czech Dreambook – Ludvík Vaculík
One job for intellectuals in a crisis might be not just arguing the right point but also the art of showing one’s working.
Russo does not really argue for the entanglement of epilepsy with the person who suffers from it. WAVE ARCHIVE embodies this entanglement, and never settles into a conclusion.
Cat in the Agrahāram and Other Stories – Dilip Kumar
Kumar is a writer of proximities, a poet of the close-quartered soul, so it’s not surprising his command of atmosphere is masterful; his stories emanate a sense of the simple density of life.
For fans of Everett’s more satirical fictions, Telephone might seem like a wayward attempt at conventionality, but behind the homebound setting’s realist framing is a novel no less attuned to the culture around it.
Had I Known – Barbara Ehrenreich
Thoughtfully selected and arranged, the chronological staggering of the texts in this volume underscores parallels across Ehrenreich’s more than three decades as a public intellectual and political commentator.
Translation is a Mode=Translation is an Anti-Neocolonial Mode – Don Mee Choi
The essay is a tightly woven crystallization of ideas that appear throughout Choi’s work, including linguistic nonequivalence and one’s sense of home under neocolonization.
The Book of Sleep – Haytham El Wardany
THE BOOK OF SLEEP leaves us with the triad of sleep, revolution, and poetry, each inseparable from the other. When we separate life from its utility, we come closer to free play, to liberation as an ever-ongoing struggle.
Where the Wild Ladies Are – Matsuda Aoko
In Matsuda’s collection of spooky feminist retellings of Japanese folktales, it isn’t the ghosts or the workplace harassment that provides the jump scares: it’s the material reminder of conformity and meaningless, textureless commodity.