Kelly Links White Cat, Black DogBy Yvonne C. Garrett
Links new collection contains stories that demand rereading with so many layers of meaning they move from brain into blood and bone and back again in a cyclical process.
Soraya Palmers The Human Origins of Beatrice Porter, and Other Essential GhostsBy John Domini
Zoras struggle for selfhood, adulthood, while never glossing things over, finds an unlikely means of escape, or at least temporary release. The stories her parents tellfables out of their own, very different upbringingscan, for instance, provide a daffy distraction at the grocery register when Dads card is declined, and more than help to open and exercise a young mind.
Istvan Kantors Hero in Art: The Vanished Traces of Richard HambletonBy Ed Hamilton
Choosing the doorways of shooting galleries and the shells of abandoned tenements as his canvas, Hambleton labored in the dead of night, slapping paint up quickly in the shifting glow of homeless trash fires, to create what Istvan Kantor, in his new bio-novel, Hero in Art: The Vanished Traces of Richard Hambleton, describes as . . . an elaborate, permanently transmuting labyrinth.
John Cotter with Kathleen Rooney
In advance of Losing Musics April 2023 publication by Milkweed Editions, John and I talked by email about Anna Deavere Smiths plays, Jonathan Swifts skull, the destructiveness and discouragements of capitalism, and howno matter the condition of the body that contains themall souls weigh the same.
Suzaan Boettgers Inside the SpiralBy Joseph Masheck
Suzaan Boettgers long awaited Inside the Spiral: The Passions of Robert Smithson constitutes an epitome of probing inquiry into a major artists life and work, as many old biographies said.
Ann Lauterbachs DoorBy Charles Schultz
To those who ask what her poems are about, Lauterbach answers, the poems find their subjects as they are made.
Harry Smith: American MagusBy Tamas Panitz
I first came to this book with the intention of simply lifting everything that I found to be authentically Smithian. I realize now that would be as impossible as separating Smiths interests from each other, as if I could lift the occult instances from the film work, or his collections, etc. Indeed, there seems to me a definitive magical quality in all his doings, even the most scholarly. His awareness of the larger significance of images and patterns and their historical appearance (and ahistorical entitlements), creates significance in the least of his actions.