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The Last Book I Loved: The Hours
Depression has a peculiar texture: sometimes, rather than sadness, it is an emotional flatline; the sneaking suspicion that you are play-acting.
The Last Book I Loved: Maggie Nelson’s Bluets
15. Bluets becomes a space for desire (thwarted), for mystery, for obscurity and unattainability. To explore the space where these intersect in Nelson is the project of the book.
The Last Book of Poems I Loved: Sleeping With the Dictionary by Harryette Mullen
No one writes poems like [Harryette] Mullen. And if Mullen’s poems teach us anything about the larger context of making poems, the lesson might be that no one should write poems like her.
THE LAST BOOK I LOVED: The Last Good Kiss BY JAMES CRUMLEY
Doesn't it always start with poetry? Or at least a poet. Or at least a writer.
The Last Book of Poems I Loved: “Death Tractates” by Brenda Hillman
The poet does what poets do: reactivates words, makes odd associations, connects things that do not ordinarily belong together in order to create deeper meaning.
The Last Book of Poems I Loved: Memory by Laura Jensen
Laura Jensen’s Memory begins with the eponymous poem about a falconer, whose falcon flies after its prey and doesn’t return until evening, surprising its master when it lands in the…
The Last Book I Loved: My Struggle by Karl Ove Knaussgard
It was strange. Volume One of Karl Ove Knausgaard’s six-volume memoir/novel was, with one traumatic exception near the end, the story of a typical young man. He had a typical…
The Last Book of Poems I Loved: Blood Sugar by Nicole Blackman
It’s fitting that Nicole Blackman leads into the poems of Blood Sugar with a quote from the confessional poet W.D. Snodgrass: “I am going to show you something very ugly.…
THE LAST BOOK I LOVED: Eleanor & Park
I was born in 1986, the year that this story takes place, but like Eleanor I remember sitting on a boy's carpet and feeling uncomfortable and excited and getting mixtapes and shaking for hours after kissing someone once.
The Last Book of Poems I Loved: Looking for The Gulf Motel by Richard Blanco
Sara Habein on the last book of poems she loved, Richard Blanco's Looking for the Gulf Motel.
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No? Why not? We’d like to know the last book you loved and why. Send us a writeup of the last book you truly loved — a little bit book review and…