Deborah Eisenbergs stories spin taut, glistening webs between people and places that resonate at mesmerizing frequencies; they come as close to what can only be called reality as literature, at its best, can do.
Blustery fall winds whip the scarves of sidewalkers outside Think Coffee, in Union Square South. Im prepared with my digital recorder and strategic questions, waiting for the funnyman, Richard Hine, to arrive
South African novelist Lauren Beukes bleeds her characters of color as effectively as the smear masks they wear for anonymity, not for simple provocation, but to warn of the self-replicating nature of segregation.
You dont exactly read Grace Krilanovichs debut novel The Orange Eats Creeps; you trip and fall into it.
Hannah Pittards debut novel reverberates with the delicate soul of dwindling Americana, forming a beautiful mosaic of a towns shared grief.
In his eagerly awaited second book, The Cloud Corporation, Timothy Donnelly's poetic evolution and mastery are even more distinctthat is, the poems in this new book, no less enwrapped and intoxicated with rhetoric, fully emerge.
Crafted during a two-month sabbatical in Paris in the spring of 2008, this docufiction posits Jaffe as self-styled flâneur mining the seams of Paris as post-imperial, multi-ethnic metropolis.
Not quite a detective story, Adam Dunns tech-noir novel lives up to its front-cover claim that its a mile a minute page-turner.
Poetic, insightful, and delightfully honest, Mike Young tells stories of mundane days with a vulnerable, esoteric filter reminiscent of Denis Johnsons Jesus Son.
Tabloid culture has become so prevalent that we hardly notice it, which may be because its easier to ignore. With access to the internet and on-demand television, we only saturate ourselves with celebrity gossip when we want to.