We are pleased to share this review by Daniella Toosie-Watson of Carl Phillips’s Wild Is the Wind (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2018), which appeared in Issue 18.2 as part of a special multigenre review feature on joy, hope, and delight (read the entire feature here). (To use the PDF embedder to see additional pages, use …
We are pleased to share this review by Yalie Saweda Kamara of Janel Pineda’s Lineage of Rain (Haymarket Books, 2020), which appeared in Issue 18.2 as part of a special multigenre review feature on joy, hope, and delight (read the entire feature here). (To use the PDF embedder to see additional pages, use the arrows …
We are pleased to share the entire review feature from Issue 18.2 on joy, hope, and delight, including the following reviews: Sakinah Hofler on Toni Cade Bambara’s Gorilla, My Love (Vintage, 1992 edition) Yalie Saweda Kamara on Janel Pineda’s Lineage of Rain (Haymarket Books, 2020) Daniella Toosie-Watson on Carl Phillips’s Wild Is the Wind (Farrar, …
We are pleased to share this review by Sakinah Hofler of Toni Cade Bambara’s Gorilla, My Love (Vintage, 1992), which appeared in Issue 18.2 as part of a special multigenre review feature on joy, hope, and delight (read the entire feature here): There’s a spectacular category of writers I like to call badasses. These writers …
Russo mimicked the pimp walk he had always seen in American movies as he went around the table and gave his four siblings an extra spoonful of oatmeal. “What time is Mama calling?” Jean, the youngest, asked, his eyes still crusted in the corners. He always asked the same question. It was like the questions …
It’s the first night I’ve slept over at Gerald’s. Yes, I am dating someone named Gerald. I asked if I could come up with a cooler name for him, something modern, geometric, all sharp angles and dangerous overtones—Axel, Gunner, Blaze—but he declined. Gerald’s cute in an awkward way, wears rectangular glasses and ties patterned with …
Because of China’s nature, there is a high possibility of conflict.—Chen Po-Wei, Taiwanese lawmaker quoted in the New York Times, July 1, 2020 It used to be my day off, July 1. I would rise early, maybe hit the gym or meet my hiking partner for a walk through the New Territories at sunrise. Luxuriate …
Like a lot of people, I imagine that if I make my telepathic frustration with whomever NPR is interviewing strong enough, I can call it activism. And then I am angry at myself for being one more ineffectual, self-satisfied, ego-driven jackass yelling at the radio. Like anybody, I like to look at pictures of animals …
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