Lion Cross Point – Masatsugu Ono
The structure of his sentences is direct, but meaning is slant.
RUBIK is not the first to say that it is not the first to say what it is not the first to say; and yet, it nonetheless makes new.
The Eligible Age – Berta García Faet
Comprised of mostly declarative sentences verging on aphorism, THE ELIGIBLE AGE as a whole reads like a tractate.
The Job of the Wasp – Colin Winnette
When I pick up a work of literary horror, I expect something deeply disturbing, if not outright horrifying, and yet, a work that is more than a ghost story told around some midnight campfire, whose only purpose is to chill and thrill.
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.