In this remarkable and timely book, David Treuer is determined that Native American history not be seen as a “catalog of pain.”
Five Cities is a species of psychogeography, a deep map, that weighs the effects of topography, urban environments, and monuments of the past on mood and perspective.
Farcical fight and sex scenes might be forgivable, but the “mystery” is so barely there it utterly fails to engage — and that’s lethal to a novel in this genre.
The Ruins of Ani illuminates one of those rare places that leaves visitors feeling they might have to dust off the word mystical to describe the experience.
It’s worth pointing out that Sabahattin Ali has deliberately reversed traditional gender roles in Madonna in a Fur Coat.
Lost Empress’ ambition is admirable, and while the over-the-top style gets away from itself, it’s lively and sometimes entertaining.
William Gass’s primal loyalty was to the words composing his texts.
Richard Gessner’s head is a cavern piled high with wonders—original images, fresh metaphors, mind-stretching scenarios, and alternate world orders.
Poet Rob Cook bends time and space at will, dispenses with natural laws when convenient, and shuffles sensory perception like a deck of cards.
So now you know: Saddam’s fearsome weapon of mass destruction was a novel.