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…
Meta language that makes Calvino look like a pussy and design seemingly “concocted from a dinner date with Matt Furie and Ryan Trecartin”, “Oscar’s Book is basically twenty three pages of Oscar the Grouch yelling, specifically, at the reader and their child”. Shane Jones reviews the most disturbing (and one of the best) kids books ever.
Fanzine sits down with Jeff Jackson to talk about intermediate consciousness, haunting childhood recollections, and writing through a hypnagogic haze in his debut novel, Mira Corpora.
Travis Jeppesen’s new novel The Suiciders works over/ fucks the reader, seeps into the mind like a good cult should. Blake Butler reviews.
The uselessness of poetry, the pretension of coffee, and the unutterable necessity of it all.