Posted in Book Reviews, tagged Jenny Boully on November 30, 2007 | No Comments »
This claim’ll seem unlikely as you (if you) make your way through this review, but I swear to god: I’m doing my absolute best to limit my use of hyperbole.
Ideally, this wouldn’t even be a review but just a picture of a face, eyes wide and jaw dropped both in wonder and dismay, and the [...]
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One of the distinct pleasures of reading nonfiction is that the reader actually gets to find real shit out—how something works, or the true background of something’s development. It’s not that limning the heart of a character in a novel or feeling and reading the perfect linebreak in a poem isn’t reward enough, but, for [...]
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(Clearly, all the following was written a long time ago)(in a galaxy…)(no.)
It’s Sunday, September 16th, at 2:33 in the afternoon on the east coast and my beloved Minnesota Twins will almost certainly end the day at least fifteen games behind the Cleveland Indians, at least five and a half behind the Detroit Tigers. Even as [...]
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To read The New Year of Yellow is to know Matthew Lippman’s America, a country where waist lines mysteriously expand and students crash submarines into their desktops. It’s also a sideways glance at a particular part of New York City and the aberrant poet that inhabits it: a Jewish man who gave up the Holocaust, [...]
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R. Jay Magill, Jr’s “Chic Ironic Bitterness” is a weirdly great and awful book simultaneously. Which, I suppose, is a hell of a feat: it’s the sort of book you find yourself compelled to return to, over and over, and which you may finish almost despite yourself.
We all know the score: 9/11 supposedly marked the [...]
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