If it weren’t such a goddamn cliché, I’d write something snappy like: “Kelly Luce is attempting to reinvigorate magical realism by launching a full-scale invasion of Murakami’s homeland.” But I’ll keep it simple: the book is totally weird and totally enthralling.
Just like that, I knew I’d been bamboozled. Stenson could write. The rest of the story sailed past and I found hardly a single occasion to complain, which is, for Super Hot Profs, a legitimate cause for despair.
Novelist Chris Castellani talks about avoiding sentimentality around the immigrant experience, letting go of the people and characters you love, and how he wrote three books while also running the writing center Grub Street.
I remember that it was late at night and I was returning to my dorm, having just watched Ronald Reagan win re-election with an unprecedented 60 percent of the popular vote. Down the hall I could see a familiar figure lurch drunkenly.
Voters at home, the ones still open to voting for him, need Obama to take the fight to Romney, to speak with urgency and moral force. He needs to have lines of attack prepared for particular topics, and those attacks need to tell a larger story.
Because of flaws in my character that I am helpless to correct, I spent some minutes last week watching a clip on the BDM of folks cheering the eventual Republican nominee for President, Willard Mitt Romney. Romney had just won another primary.