Noah Berlatsky
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A Gripping, Limited Call to Arms: Margaret Atwood’s The Testaments
There are so many happy endings that dystopia and utopia become almost indistinguishable by the novel’s end.
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Weekend Rumpus Roundup
First, Julie Marie Wade reviews the “solar system” of Kimberly Burwick’s poetry collection, Good Night Brother. The son—or “sun”—in the title “burns everyone and everything it touches.” He/it “has gone the way of the supernova.” This lovable, yet hard-to-love character…
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Always Read the Comments
Art isn’t just for fans, which means that it’s not just for the knowledgeable, but for passersby as well. Expertise, then, seems an excuse to make everyone talk about the same things in the same way. For the LA Review…
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Dangerous Fictions
Hollywood’s sensationalized sex trafficking stories aren’t helping real life victims. Over at Salon, Noah Berlatsky looks at the truth—and the fiction—behind popular trafficking narratives.
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Poetry Is Useful—Or At Least It Can Be
Poetry is always already revolutionary, then. What it says hardly matters. Poetry is useful because of its useless essence, not because of its individual meaning. Of course, this is nonsense. The way Noah Berlatsky sees it, mainstream culture and poets agree…