There is a bit of incompleteness in every human soul, Almada seems to suggest.
In his latest collection of short stories, Peter Orner stays true to his talent: elucidating life through character, one snippet at a time.
Chanelle Benz’s haunting debut novel interrogates memory, race, and the way that stories define our lives.
Awad’s leap into the unreal summons new life to the familiar woes of academia and art making.
In Kristen Arnett’s debut novel, the dead resemble the living, and the living seem to be on the brink of death.
An ill-fated expedition entangles the protagonist of Fernando A. Flores’ new novel in a powerful syndicate whose tentacles of influence sprawl in all directions, and whose sinister and audacious ambitions materialize a trufflepig with the body of a pig, the hide of a crocodile, and the beak of an
There is pleasure to be had in reading Julia Phillips’ debut novel, even in the midst of such grief and despair. Phillips is a beautiful, assured writer, one who knows how to create fully-developed characters, a marvelous sense of place, and a constant forward momentum.
In Ma Jian’s new novel, the traumatic dream is one where “the past and the present form a tangled web from which it becomes impossible to break free.”
To read a book by Ali Smith is to know that she will ask you to do some work, though that work will always be a pleasure and a bit of a game.
The South, to Emily Pease, is “beautiful and memory-rich, with a layer of dark.” The same could be said about her stories, though the layer of dark within is thick and permeates the whole—like the heat on an August day in the South, nothing is left untouched by it.