Reviews
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The Everyday Practice of Art:The Loft Generation by Edith Schloss
Her writing is quiet, perhaps even naive. But Schloss is enamored by the minutiae of her subjects, and the exactness and delicacy of her details ripple out like water. Trying to focus on one aspect of the book would be…
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In Praise of Young Little Luxuries: Rax King’s Tacky
Her enthusiasm . . . leaves you a little raw, thinking about the things in your own adolescence you could have enjoyed more if you hadn’t learned so early the most ironic ways to protect your heart . . .
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A Gentle Touch: Annie Hartnett’s Unlikely Animals
What’s special about Hartnett’s chorus of the dead, though, is that they stress the tension between overlapping realities.
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How to Watch While Being Watched: Aisha Sabatini Sloan’s Borealis
The experience, rather than linear, is borealian.
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Down the Rabbit Hole: Eugene Lim’s Search History
Lim has written before about experimental fiction and the need to slough off such conventions of narrative as plot.
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Metaphor by Any Means Necessary: Destiny O. Birdsong’s Negotiations
Metaphor can make life more bearable, meaningful, or simply comprehensible.
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A Sinister Kind of Beauty: Joanna Pearson’s Now You Know It All
The narrator then returns to normal life, only to discover that life may never be normal again.
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Under the Influence of Jane Wong: A Recipe-Qua-Review of How to Not Be Afraid of Everything
Combine multiple ingredients in a single stanza-bowl.
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Bear Witness: What Storm, What Thunder by Myriam J. A. Chancy
Remember us, the characters seem to beg of the reader, imagined mirrors of the real lives lost and mourned.
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Our Recognizable, Difficult, Earthly Kingdom: Such Color by Tracy K. Smith
Composition here becomes a process of discernment rather than pure creation.
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Long Live the Book: Jessica Pressman’s Bookishness
It opens a field of inquiry that stretches to the far corners of culture.
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Woven Fibers and Broken Threads: Katherine Agyemaa Agard’s of colour
To be imbricated in hundreds of years of colonial violence is to be entangled in colorist logics and stories of loss and belonging that are rarely linear or singular.