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Archived Since:April 27, 2010

Blog Post Archive

Emma Donoghue, Frog Music

Blanche has got the left gaiter off now, and the boot below it, but the laces on the other one have snagged, and in the light of the single candle stub she can't find the knot; her long nails pick at the laces. Dors, min p'tit quinquin, Min p'tit pouchin, Min gros rojin... Show More Summary

Thomas Ligotti, The Spectral Link

My instructions were to follow a sequence of absurdly simple acts and to keep the operation secret. First, I was to make my way into the assigned environment; second, I would depart in the most natural manner, undetected if possible, though that part was not essential. Show More Summary

Sean Ennis, Chase Us

Clip and I run Pennypack Park with a carton of cigarettes, knocking over the joggers. He goes for the ankles from behind. When the joggers fall, he hangs over them and blows a lungful of smoke in their faces. The joggers cringe into little balls, waiting for a second hit that never comes. Show More Summary

Roxane Gay, An Untamed State

Once upon a time, in a far-off land, I was kidnapped by a gang of fearless yet terrified young men with so much impossible hope beating inside their bodies it burned their very skin and strengthened their will right through their bones. Show More Summary

E-book porn, or pictures of titles for future review

Since I've bought more e-books than print books lately, I thought I would post a picture of my English-language iBooks page, or at least the latest 25 books that I've bought. Click on the picture to see an enlarged image. I have only reviewed 7 out of the 25 books here, but I do have plans to review almost all of them by year's end. Show More Summary

Rene Denfeld, The Enchanted

This is an enchanted place. Others don't see it but I do. I see every cinder block, every hallway and doorway. I see the doorways that lead to the secret stairs and the stairs that take you into stone towers and the towers that take you to windows and the windows that open to wide, clear air. Show More Summary

Ishmael Beah, Radiance of Tomorrow

She had returned home because she could not find complete happiness anywhere else. She had scoured refugee camps and the homes of kind strangers for some sort of joy that didn't need entertainment, something she knew existed only on the land she now stood upon. Show More Summary

Porochista Khakpour, The Last Illusion

Zal knew he had to make all the moves. He stepped up to her and pressed his body against hers. He thought of the porn scenes; he thought of Willa. They kissed with a wildness he hadn't experienced since...since nothing. He let her go wherever she wanted with her hands, and he did the same. Show More Summary

David James Poissant, The Heaven of Animals

The first time Brig saw her, he was sure she was Kate. She had Kate's dark hair, Kate's eyes, Kate's taut swimmer's build. She was not Kate. Kate was long gone. Were Kate here, she wouldn't look like this girl, or Brig didn't think she would. Show More Summary

Chang-rae Lee, On Such a Full Sea

It is known where we come from, but no one much cares about things like that anymore. We think, Why bother? Except for a lucky few, everyone is from someplace, but that someplace, it turns out, is gone. You can search it, you can find...Show More Summary

Jesse Ball, Silence Once Begun

The story of Oda Sotatsu begins with a confession that he signed. He had fallen in with a man named Kakuzo and a girl named Jito Joo. These were somewhat wild characters, particularly Sato Kakuzo. He was in trouble, or had been. People knew it. Show More Summary

Teju Cole, Every Day is for the Thief

Another man, sitting to my right, fills out forms for his children. He informs me that he recently had his passport reissued. I ask him how long it took. – Well, normally, it's four weeks. – Four weeks? I am traveling in less than three. Show More Summary

David Grossman, Falling Out of Time

Some of the most powerful writing can be born out of suffering and deep personal grief and anguish. In 2006, Israeli writer/poet David Grossman learned that his son had died while fighting in the Second Lebanon War. In response, he wrote...Show More Summary

Kofi Awoonor, The Promise of Hope

The fact of our lives,full of achievementsvilification, praiseor contempt from thosewho surely do not measureeternity becomes a quotationposted on the billboard of a single life.Passions are exhaustedlove, renewed againand againto satisfy...Show More Summary

Updated Foreign Language Library Totals

Decided to do my yearly count of print and e-book editions that I have in languages over than English. Not counting my collection of Bibles (I'll add those separately at the bottom of the post), there were 23 languages and over 1000 books/ebooks in languages other than English. Show More Summary

Hernán Rivera Letelier, El arte de la resurrección

The past century is littered with examples of men who considered themselves to be either the reincarnation of the Christ or the prophet of apocalypse. Jim Jones. David Koresh. The Reverend Sun Myung Moon. Marshall Applewhite. Each of...Show More Summary

Laura Restrepo, Delirio

For multiple generations of Colombian writers, the country's violent past and uncertain present has had a strong influence on the world-views presented in their novels. As I noted in my review of Juan Gabriel Vásquez's El ruido de las...Show More Summary

Carlos Labbe, Navidad & Matanza

No trace of me will remain. For that reason, I've written all of this in code. My password isn't really Domingo. Also, I'll probably insert pieces of pure, hard reality into the story I'm going to tell you. Does that sound okay? Let this be the beginning: we were seven. Show More Summary

Hilda Hilst, With My Dog-Eyes

Pity for Amanda washes over me. She has, looking at me, a stupid and childish look on her face. Some seminary man will say that a child can't have a stupid look. I have always been afraid of children (I think my father was too, deep down), afraid they'll spit in my face my eye my chest. Show More Summary

Daša Drndi?, Trieste (Sonnenschein)

She is wildly calm. She listens to a sermon for dirty ears and drapes herself in the histories of others, here in the spacious room in the old building at Via APrica 47, in Gorica, known as Gorizia in Italian, Görz in German, and Gurize...Show More Summary

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