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From Stephen Elliott
Morrow’s supple prose is grounded in lyricism, prose unafraid to give the reader both the forest and the trees.
Bradford Morrow’s new novel, a feminist interpretation of fairy-tale tropes, explores the life of Cassandra: single-mother, teacher, dowser.
John Haskell’s novel takes readers on a metaphysical journey through the mind of a Steve Martin-impersonator impersonator.
Jamie Iredell weaves a drug-and-alcohol fueled journey out of brief, vivid bursts of language.
“The second and fourth parts of that sentence came directly from life, but the first and third parts came from some thoughts I had while watching a movie, and the sentence after it I just thought would be really funny.”
There’s Something Wrong with Sven combines imaginative leaps worthy of Calvino and Vonnegut with tragicomic irreverence of the George Saunders variety.
Chelsea Martin’s strange collection of miscellany evokes the loneliness of life lived through technology.
I have a problem with fidelity. But don’t call me a book slut as I prefer the term “promiscuous bibliophile.” When so many seductive stories vie for my attention, how can I settle for just one?