Breaking up is hard, even for the avant-garde: Dorth Nors’ ‘So Much For That Winter’, LA Times Nors’ writing is by turns witty, gut wrenching, stark and lyrical. Her characters seesaw between longing for human connection and the space in which to lick their wounds. That she achieves all this while experimenting with form is something of an impossible feat.
He's not laughing at you, he's crying with you: Padgett Powell’s ‘Cries for Help, Various’, LA Review of Books I can offer no better metaphor for this collection, or for the experience of reading it, than the on-the-go tornado-body of the cartoon Tasmanian devil. It buzzes through your conscious thought to land on those bone-deep anxieties that you otherwise only let yourself glance at sidelong.
Anthology ‘Family Resemblance: An Anthology and Exploration of 8 Hybrid Literary Genres’, The Nervous Breakdown Dissolving strict, often arbitrary boundaries imposed on genre is a natural response to, and extension of, dissolving these boundaries in life. Because, really, isn’t this one of literature’s highest aims? To reflect not only our world back at us, but our hopes for a better one?