Gary Lutz, who in many circles is already known as a master of sentences, takes it to another level in his new collection, Divorcer (Calamari Press). Some of the sentences are so loaded and wild with commas and compound words, that they’re like an alchemy of what future historians will call the “Lutzian” style–emotionally dense, perverse, and grammatically audacious. It’s like Lutz has turned the volume on his style up to 11. The whole collection is like guitar amps catching on fire, like stereo speakers getting blown out, over and over. …more

Growing up, I loved The Cars. They were probably the first band I ever called my favorite. In place of headphones, I’d sometimes just lay on the floor and put the record player speakers next to each of my ears. …more

I’d been hearing about Another Bullshit Night in Suck City since it came out a couple years ago, but late last year, after finishing my own memoir, I finally got around to reading it. I loved the shifting timelines, short chapters, and hard but empathetic tone of Nick Flynn’s writing. The book has an escalating tension that mixes beautifully with its constant candor and mysterious beauty. It feels like a long-lost friend.

See also: Stephen Elliott’s review of Another Bullshit Night In Suck City.