Rachel Cusk’s Kudos is something truly unexpected: a beautiful, calm, artfully composed response to the ugly, misshapen monstrosity we call “Brexit”.
Egress is an ambitious new literary journal that arrives with the explicit aim of capturing attention... opening onto literature whose particular use of language requires concentration, demands a reader’s unwavering focus.
Read though a few interviews with Christine Schutt and at one point or another, in one way or another, she will say that when it comes to writing, she goes to “uncomfortable places.”
John Edgar Wideman’s "American Histories" might be the best novel I've read so far this year. I want to make that clear up-front, because Wideman’s publishers at Canongate appear to be having some difficulty persuading readers that the book is worth anyone’s time.
As an iceberg drifts through a polar sea, it trawls the sea floor and accumulates biological matter, bacteria, fantastic micro-organisms. In much the same way as the iceberg, Kopf herself specialises in finding the light, the unexpected, and the joyful in apparently sterile ground.
Many of the essays in "Not to Read" are about discovery and a love of reading and of books -- the book-ness of books, the joy of admiring them, travelling with them, handling them, and, of course, reading them, and not reading them.
Like its namesake and Pikkoro’s totem, "Rubik" is a puzzle that is endlessly formful and formless. This imaginative novel slips between genres, borrowing from the conventions of fan fiction, speculative fiction, and surrealism.