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Filed Under:Genres / Fantasy
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Archived Since:April 27, 2010

Blog Post Archive

Paula Bomer, Inside Madeleine

I don't want to jump out any window. I just want to breathe something that makes me feel like living. They pump the air in here out of machines. It stinks like Play-Doh. Open a window, please – I won't jump – I'm not a suicide patient. Show More Summary

Joshua Ferris, To Rise Again at a Decent Hour

I encouraged my patients to floss. It was hard to do some days. They should have flossed. Flossing prevents periodontal disease and can extend life up to seven years. It's also time consuming and a general pain in the ass. That's not the dentist talking. Show More Summary

Felix Gilman, The Revolutions

For the past two and a half years Arthur had been employed by The Monthly Mammoth to write on the subject of the Very Latest Scientific Advances. He wasn't any kind of scientist himself, but nobody seemed to mind. He wrote about dinosaurs,...Show More Summary

Cara Hoffman, Be Safe I Love You

She had been naked for less than ten seconds when the snow began to feel hot. Her body, pale and lean and strong, biceps and things banded with black tattoos, lay basking against the glacial ice; a snow angel overcome by shadows and lights, calm and awed in whatever seconds remained. Show More Summary

Richard Powers, Orfeo

The officers swung back toward the front door. Off the dining room, a study stood open. The room's shelves swelled with beakers, tubing, and jars with printed labels. A half-sized refrigerator stood next to a long counter, where a compound microscope sat hooked up to a computer. Show More Summary

Paul Kingsnorth, The Wake

the night was clere though i slept i seen it. though i slept i seen the calm hierde naht only the still. when i gan down to sleep all was clere in the land and my dreams was full of stillness but my dreams did not cepe me still when i woc in the mergen all was blaec though the night had gan and all wolde be blaec after and for all time. Show More Summary

The (Rabid) Squirrel of Truth: Terry Goodkind, Severed Souls

Nearly a year ago, Larry lost one of his most valuable and trusted Serbian reading squirrels, Stefan Veverica, to pulp-induced rabies after Stefan attempted to read and review Terry Goodkind's The Third Kingdom. It was a terrible blow, as Stefan was now no mere squirrel, but rabidness manifest. Show More Summary

Nadifa Mohamed, The Orchard of Lost Souls

The tanks blow their way down the street cloaked in a white pall of smoke. Kawsar props herself up on her elbows and looks through the side window. Her neighbours try to flee, hidden in a haze of cement dust, but bright sandals and dresses give them away and the soldiers drop to their knees and shoot at the ghostly figures. Show More Summary

Lorrie Moore, Bark

Ira had been divorced six months and still couldn't get his wedding ring off. His finger had swelled doughily around it – a combination of frustrated desire, unmitigated remorse, and misdirected ambition, he said to friends. "I'm going...Show More Summary

William T. Vollmann, Last Stories and Other Stories

If you have never loved with such luminous fidelity as to await a dead lady at a crossroads at midnight, then the question of why it is that Romania produces fewer vampires now than in old times must seem insoluble to you. Timidity becomes its own excuse; and perhaps you have not dared even to see your own spouse naked, much less encoffined. Show More Summary

Catherine Lacey, Nobody is Ever Missing

There might be people in this world who can read minds against their will and if that kind of person exists I am pretty sure my husband is one of them. I think this because of what happened the week I knew I'd be leaving soon, but he...Show More Summary

Some review plans for the rest of August

Although I've written over 80 reviews so far this year, I still have at least 60 more reviews to write if I'm going to meet my current goal of reviewing every book on this list and the eight Premio Alfaguara winners that I haven't already reviewed. Show More Summary

Katherine Addison, The Goblin Emperor

The door opened with savage abruptness, and Setheris stood in the opening, glaring. "Well? What chews on thy tail, boy?" "Cousin," Maia said, almost whispering, "what must I do?" "What must thou do?" Setheris snorted laughter. "Thou must be emperor, boy. Show More Summary

Mary Rickert, The Memory Garden

They eat the candy bars, gummy worms, and chocolate chip cookies by candlelight, talking awkwardly about the change of weather, Bay's school projects, the news from town, stopping in midsentence and midchew to listen to a car slow in front of the house, its occupants shouting something unintelligible, before speeding down the road. Show More Summary

Joanna Rakoff, My Salinger Year

For a moment, I paused in front of the wall of Salinger books and looked at the titles, the familiar spines. My parents owned most of these: paperbacks of The Catcher in the Rye and Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and Seymour – an Introduction; a pristine hardback of Franny and Zooey. Show More Summary

Do works hated in adolescence improve with age?

I was thinking the other day of three books that I read between 16-23 that I really despised at the time of reading them. These books, listed below, were either high school Honors English assignments or was a book picked up because of frequent discussions in passing in college. Show More Summary

Ian Cameron Esslemont, Assail

Stop me if you've heard this before: a powerful character, presumed dead for several books, is found revived somehow, yet largely bereft of his memories. Or how about this: after hundreds of millennia, a long-presumed dead member ofShow More Summary

Siri Hustvedt, The Blazing World

But I must back up and circle around. I am writing this because I don't trust time. I, Harriet Burden, also known as Harry to my old friends and select new friends, am sixty-two, not ancient, but well on my way to THE END, and I have...Show More Summary

Women in Translation Month

Over at her blog, the blogger Biblibio is coordinating an effort to get more online critics/reviewers to discuss works in translation (the language of transference being up to each individual to determine) written by women. It is a very...Show More Summary

Lev Grossman, The Magician's Land

He stood there for a long time, feeling the cool roughness of the stone rim. It was reassuringly solid. The fountain was his last connection to his old life, the one where he'd been a king in a magical land. He didn't want it to be over; it wouldn't really be over till he let go and walked away. Show More Summary

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