A stunning indictment of homophobia, racism, and toxic masculinity, particularly among African Americans, Punch Me Up to the Gods holds a mirror up to America, a mirror before which many of us will not want to linger.
The jury’s in. The critics who agreed with an early assessment that 1975’s Dhalgren is a “literary landmark” get to touch champagne flutes and congratulate one another.
Whether we call this slim volume poetic prose or prose poetry, a novella or a collection of verse, seems beside the point. It is haunting, hypnotic, and moving.
This is a timely novel, a lament for the multicultural harmony that has disappeared from Mesopotamia as well as a dire warning: fundamentalism is on the rise, not just in the Middle East but in the West as well.
Donald Levering’s poems exhort us to be less left-brained, to side more often with intuition, creativity, flights of fancy.
The stories in And Go Like This are wise, compassionate, and deftly crafted.
Two Californias is full of humor, good writing, and thoughtful angles on human existence—with zombies thrown in for good measure.
The fifteenth anniversary of the death of a grievously neglected writer whom critics almost universally acclaim a creative genius.
Few contemporary authors much care to tussle with the proverbial mot juste; Lance Olsen insists on it, and over the course of fifteen novels, five books of nonfiction, and five short story collections, has shown himself a master of prose style.
Tour de force? Not quite. Joycean? Perhaps in the way contemporary individuals overlap with ancient, mythical counterparts.