Tag Archive: New York Journal of Books

Translation Tuesdays: Story of Love in Solitude, by Roger Lewinter

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“[Lewinter’s] unique literary voice . . . is that of an obsessive, a philosopher, and a miniaturist.”

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Translation Tuesdays: Super Extra Grande, by YOSS @ NYJB

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“Super Extra Grande” by Yoss is “. . . . joyous and raunchy . . . Yoss creates a fascinating and beautiful universe built upon the ideals of cooperation and egalitarianism.”

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Buck Studies by Douglas Kearney @ NYJB

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“Buck Studies” is “a potent cocktail of political anger and radical formal experimentation.”

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The Familiar, Volume 3: Honeysuckle & Pain, by Mark Z. Danielewski @ NYJB

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When does an experimental novel become formulaic? Is formula inherently a bad thing? When will Xanther give the little one a name?

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Last Look by Charles Burns @ NYJB

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“Last Look” is a cold indictment of pretentious frauds yet an intimate exploration of fear, regret, and failure.

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Scriptorium: Poems, by Melissa Range @ NYJB

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“Scriptorium” is a rare and beautiful collection of poetry.

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The Eyes of the City, by Richard Sandler @ NYJB

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“The Eyes of the City invites an unhurried view, seducing the eye to linger over the images, letting stories come to life in the mind.”

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The Art of Reviewing: Critics, Monsters, Fanatics, and Other Literary Essays, by Cynthia Ozick

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Like Updike, Anthony Burgess, and Vladimir Nabokov, Cynthia Ozick writes reviews with lush prose, each essay a stimulant to those seeking the beautiful interplay of ideas, language, and strong opinions.

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IRL by Tommy Pico @NYJB

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Whipsawing between passages of erotic ecstasy and suicidal despair, “IRL” by Tommy “Teebs” Pico reveals itself as a monument of self-lacerating beauty.

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Translation Tuesdays: The Fox Was Ever the Hunter, by Herta Muller @NYJB

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Ms. Müller won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 2009. The Swedish Academy awarded it because her writing is imbued “with the concentration of poetry and the frankness of prose, depicts the landscape of the dispossessed.” Despite the spies, surveillance, and tyranny, the Romania she presents appears like a fairy tale.

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