Negative Space, Lilly Dancygers part-memoir, part-art criticism debut in which a bildungsroman-esque narrative of the authors journey from a fatherless girl to a fatherless woman is braided with an investigation into her deceased fathers art, as well as his past.
By her own admission, she is neither an American nor Romanian writer, citing instead her identity as an immigrant poet. This is not some superficial pose. On every page of Cemetery Ink, Moscaliuc keeps one foot in both worlds, laying claim to neither, yet sensitive to the rhythms and nuances of lives lived thereand throughout the globe.
Domini brings the tools of a master craftsman and an astonishing depth of knowledge to his quarry in The Archeology of a Good Ragù, a chronicle stark in its candor and savory in its lore.
Caleb Azumah Nelsons first novel is a short, introspective love story told around the conflict bubbling inside a young Black man who tries to examine and understand love, fear, and trauma amid the racism in south-east London.
How do you resist reading a story that begins with its narrator talking about meeting the devil on a train leaving Paris?
Yes, this is climate fiction at its corea sci-fi sub-genre that seems to be everywhere at this momentbut theres an unabashed earnestness to Appleseed, a love even, for the natural world, that combines with Bells lush prose to make this book much more than simple cli-fi, to turn it into a sort of love song for our dying world. Like any good love song, Appleseed is part, or perhaps even mostly, tragedy.
David Winners darkly satirical third novel, Enemy Combatant, takes us to the Caucasus region during the second Bush administration, where longtime friends set off on a misguided mission to infiltrate a CIA secret prison. The action is propulsive, the narrative surreal and deeply unnerving. Haunted by recent loss, adrift in an unfamiliar land, the characters desperate moves unwind hypnotically, their consequences in turns tragic and absurd.
I first came across the work of Hanif Abdurraqib when I needed it most. I had been reviewing books I found underwhelming or outright forgettable, and I missed so badly the magic of reading someone you feel both isnt wasting your time and on your wavelength. A friend of mine express-mailed a copy of They Cant Kill Us Until They Kill Us (2017), and it relit the fire in me that loves criticism and cultural discussions. More importantly, it reminded me how great music was; and since music was the very first thing that had saved my life and set me on my path, it was more of a gift than I can articulate.
Nicole Krausss latest book, To Be a Man, is the authors very first short story collection. As the title suggests, each story incorporates an awareness of masculinity and all its power, while relating to the roles of women. But the collection isnt merely about driving one gender against the other. Theres much more to it than that. Each story provides a sense of connection between real people and their everyday lives, much like the authors former books, including the William Saroyan International Prize Winner, The History of Love.
Ive never met Caitlin Horrocks in personmore than once, weve almost met. Even so, I know her well enough to understand that in addition to being a celebrated top-notch writer of fiction, shes also a deeply beloved member of the writing communitya dedicated teacher, advocate, and literary citizen.
Luc Sante and Adele Bertei met in 1977 while both were working at the Strand Bookstore, which at the time was a kind of hub of the No Wave. They have remained friends ever since, although Bertei removed to the west coast while Sante stayed in the east. Sante wrote books; Bertei sang in arenas, acted and directed, and wrote books. The two had a conversation about gender, class, vocal stylings, and outer and inner space. Their most recent offerings are Sante”s Maybe the People Would Be the Times, and Bertei’s Why Labelle Matters