the last book i loved
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Peter Rock: The Last Book I Loved, Bluets
The other day I ran into a student of mine who said “I just read an amazing book. I loved it. Maggie Nelson’s Bluets.” I nodded and agreed, since I had just read the same book, but I felt an…
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The Last Book We Loved: Part Two
The Rumpus presents the second installment of an index to “The Last Book I Loved” Series.
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The Last Book I Loved: Await Your Reply
Await Your Reply moved me because it is a novel that tells the tale of a few people searching for identity while leaving old ones behind.
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The Last Book I Loved: Outer Dark
Outer Dark left me out of breath; a literary asthma attack propelled by a respiratory one.
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Drew Johnson: The Last Book I Loved, The House of Hunger
‘A writer drew a circle in the sand and stepping into it said “This is my novel,” but the circle, leaping, cut him clean through….’ —from The House of Hunger by Dambudzo Marechera Looking at the way most African literature…
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Burke Hilsabeck: The Last Book I Loved, Cruel Shoes
The last book I loved was Cruel Shoes by Steve Martin. Martin has always been interesting to me because of the way he teeters between hilarious and laughably unfunny. Take The Jerk. That movie is genuinely funny, but about forty-five…
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The Last Book I Loved: Women
Read between Faulkner’s Collected Short Stories and the wonderful Martin Millar’s Lonely Werewolf Girl, it was time for prose that slapped me in the face and welcomed me with a beer. Charles Bukowski’s Henry Chinaski character is starting to emerge…
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The Last Book I Loved: Berlin
I’m going to say something a reviewer should never say about a series still in development: Berlin is a great book. We’re only up to book two [Berlin Book One: City Of Stones and Berlin Book Two: City Of Smoke]…
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The Last Book I Loved: An African in Greenland
I grabbed An African in Greenland by Tete-Michel Kpomassie from the fabulous New York travel bookstore, Idlewild, after my event with Stephen Elliott. I’d heard about the book for years as an incredible read for anybody who adores anthropology adventure…
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The Last Book I Loved: The Romantic Dogs
I always blanch when someone tells me—and always so assuredly, it seems—“ I just don’t really like poetry.” It’s more people, more otherwise avid readers than I would like to think.
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The Last Book I Loved: A Complicated Kindness
I ran away to Barcelona because of a girl. Also I’d been grumpy and mopey for the previous month or so, due to the whole uncertain future thing, so really the thing with the girl just kind of tipped me…
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The Last Book I Loved: The Feverhead
I’m a promiscuous lover of books. I treat each one as if it’s the only—there will never be another after, there were none before. This is the last book I read and the last book I loved.