Scott McClanahan’s latest novel, Hill William, newly released from Tyrant Books, reheats the miracle beneath the darkness of the everyday. Eric Nelson reviews.
Mark Baumer reviews Drake’s Nothing Was The Same in the only way that a Drake album should be reviewed: with almost no description of the actual music.
Stark, slippery language and shape-shifting poems make The Eternal City a book worth defacing, underlining, annotating. Lucy Tiven reviews the best book of poetry she almost never bought.
Set off against the millenial panicscape of a world where internet lists are a thing, Allie Brosh’s long-awaited book, like her webcomic, reads like the journal you’ve been too anxiety-ridden to keep. Sarah Griff dissects Brosh’s preternatural ability to remind us that we are going to be okay.
Jonathan Lethem’s latest chapter of New York novels is in some sense “a commensurately “big book,” about family, and the promise and disappointment of the Left, its chronology-skipping chapters encompassing protest singers, hippie anarchist communes, Sandinistas, Quakers, queers, academic Theorists and Occupy crusties.” Ah but there’s more…