More novels should invent macroeconomic concepts.
I’m an asshole, he says. Don’t you love me?
On Deborah Levy
There is something to the way Levy writes that makes one believe she could hear, see, read, or experience anything and say: OK. She offers many interpretations, but few judgments and even fewer conclusions. Her loyalties are total and her betrayals are final.
January 7, 2022
The book sometimes resembles a competent white noise machine.
December 20, 2021
Did Eggers mean to write an op-ed, instead of a novel?
December 9, 2021
On Mauro Javier Cárdenas
Petty and glorious, revenge personalizes class war.
In the spirit of what he has called “unhinged generosity” toward the reader, Leyner wants to keep the gravy flowing.
September 20, 2021
Revising Said’s “out of place” self-image is a project worth pursuing further
Although Brennan’s book prioritizes Said’s English-department dramas, his longstanding anti-militarism is arguably at least as interesting a thread to follow, and one that seems destined to stay interesting longer.
The New Deal order was simply too fragile for its winners to prioritize solidarity with less-protected workers.
After all, no one ever mentioned the putting of a human dick into a living mollusc.
Why do the fictions of one of our most important writers involve so much indirection?