October 3, 2016
Say what you will about Henry James, but whether you think he was an astute chronicler of human psychology or the creator of some of the most convoluted sentences ever written, you’ve got to admit the man understood the importance of joie de vivre. The Canadian-born English writer David Szalay, author of the novels Spring, The Innocent, and London and the South-East, acknowledges this, too. In the first of the nine stories that constitute his latest work, All That Man Is, two English teenagers, Simon and Ferdinand, have arrived in Kraków from Berlin and await the arrival of a man named Otto…
July 9, 2016
In 1842 a Moscow bookseller published Dusk, a slim book, twenty-six short poems, by Yevgeny Baratynsky. The poet’s career seemed years behind him. He had teased the spotlight in his twenties, been acclaimed one of Russia’s finest poets. He counted among his friends the poet and ascending deity of Russian letters, Aleksandr Pushkin. The latter had championed Baratynsky’s work, and the two had shared space in a volume called Two Tales in Verse that contained two narrative poems, one by each. Baratynsky had been mythologized from the outset…
June 29, 2016
Brenda Shaughnessy’s fourth collection of poetry is her most mature work to date, deeply concerned with aging and mortality, where the poet has been and where she will end up. The opening poem boasts the title “I Have a Time Machine,” followed by the begrudging admission that “it can only travel into the future / at a rate of one second per second.” The inverse of the time machine’s function is a panoramic view of the past with its endless regrets and psychic wounds to be picked at, ranging from the innocuous, “Myself age eight, whole head burnt with embarrassment / at having lost a library book,” to the oppressive…
June 17, 2016
Max Porter’s debut novel Grief Is the Thing with Feathers is unlike any narrative of grief I have ever read. Porter offers a fresh, invigorating treatment of bereavement, illuminating moments in the lives of a husband and two sons as they struggle to find their feet in the wake of a staggering loss.
The widower, known only as Dad, sees off the final “orbiting grievers” and contemplates his solitude. He drinks. He smokes. He is possessed of a “curiously anthropological awareness” of the types of behavior induced by crisis…
May 28, 2016
I’ve felt the strange envy Ada Limón names in “I Remember the Carrots,” the poem from which her fourth collection draws its title: jealousy of the wild order on earth. Recounting that she pulled up her father’s carrot crop, she writes: “I loved them: my own bright dead things. / I’m thirty-five and remember all that I’ve done wrong. / Yesterday I was nice, but in truth I resented / the contentment of the field.” Throughout the book, Limón struggles between oneness with nature and fury that she cannot ultimately, fully, have such a peace.
May 20, 2016
On May 15th, 1941, Stefan Zweig delivered a speech to his fellow European exiles at the American PEN club in New York. After expressing his dismay and shame at the atrocities being committed by the Nazis, he issued a plea for solidarity:
It is for us today, those to whom words are granted, in the midst of a reeling, half-devastated world, to maintain in spite of everything faith in a moral force, confidence in the invincibility of the spirit. Let us then make common cause....
May 7, 2016
There are two poems in Morning Ritual titled “I woke up this morning.” The first of these poems—also the first poem in the collection—seems to be where the title of the collection stems from. Though the theme of waking of course appears at the onset of the second of these, and recurs at various points in the collection, it is this first poem that is the most ritualistic, in the sense of a performance, or magic. This first poem sets the tone (flat, conversational), subject matter (experiences as phenomena of questionable substance), and the poetic devices Rogal will use throughout the rest of the book.
April 30, 2016
David Means, known for his “razor-sharp” short stories, meticulously conceives a complex and recondite reality in his debut novel. Hystopia is told as a frame story detailing an alternate historical timeline. Means takes on the Vietnam War, psychology, treatment for veterans, and the nature of storytelling—or rather, story remembering—in this elaborate narrative. Means’s precision, honed on short stories, lends itself well to this work; his characters are sharply drawn, and though the subject matter is complex, he makes the details manageable. His abstruse narrative evokes Tim O’Brien’s words: “Fiction is the lie that helps us understand the truth.”
April 23, 2016
In his 1925 essay “Art as Device,” Russian literary theorist Viktor Shklovsky coined the word ostranenie, meant to describe writing that leads “to a knowledge of a thing through the organ of sight instead of recognition,” or that employs “a description that changes [an object’s] form without changing its essence.” With ostranenie—in layman’s terms, the replacement of everyday terminologies for common articles and events with unique alternatives—Shklovsky argues, “something strange, something monstrous” occurs: the reader is forced to approach a familiar idea with fresh eyes, experiencing something routine with heightened awareness, as if for the first time.
Edited by Kevin M. F. Platt
April 16, 2016
“By shifting our attention from the ‘I’ to the ‘we,’” David Carr writes in Experience and History, “it is not necessary to leave the first-person point of view behind; we merely take up the plural rather than the singular first person.”
In Hit Parade, by the Orbita Group, we are presented with the work of a self-defined poetry collective, a group of poets who compose works as individuals, though often presenting them in intermedia presentations—in video, or musical collaborations. It is questionable what the benefit of handing something as personal as one’s lyrical identity over to a group might be, but it isn’t facetious....
Terese Svoboda creates an image of witness with the opening scene of Anything That Burns You: A Portrait of Lola Ridge, Radical Poet. At a protest against the execution of Sacco and Vanzetti, the hooves of police horses rear up over Ridge’s bowed head. She stands immobile, willing to be martyred on behalf of anarchists and immigrants—two identities central to her life and work as well as the tumultuous era she helped shape. Svoboda—poet, novelist, memoirist, and translator—has reclaimed the life of this neglected, pioneering writer, compelling us to share her passion for Ridge.
Michael Henry Heim and a Life in Translation (edited by Esther Allen, Sean Cotter, and Russell Scott Valentino)
March 11, 2016
“Do you enjoy fiction in translation?”
When asked this question by The New York Times Book Review, Stephen King gave a discouraging answer: “I actually avoid novels in translation when I can,” he said, “because I always have the feeling that the author is being filtered through another mind.” This insular attitude toward literature—expressed without irony by an internationally famous author whose books have been translated into dozens of languages—is apparently common among American readers: of all the books published in the United States, only 3% are translations.
March 4, 2016
“You can’t live on bread…,” a woman tells her lover, Mike, in You Should Pity Us Instead, Amy Gustine’s debut collection of stories. But Mike replies, “Prisoners do.” Such are the meager lives of Gustine’s characters in this collection of stories about people in trying times. The tone of You Should Pity Us Instead is somber, but this is not a negative critique; in fact, Gustine’s stories illustrate well the strengths of the genre, and how small moments of pain can end up affecting people deeply. Short stories allow the reader glimpses into a few heartbeats of a life, and it is usually in our most difficult moments that we define our own personalities....
February 26, 2016
For anyone who is interested in German literature but unable to read it unless it has been translated into English, Seagull Books provides an essential resource: the German List, a series of beautifully designed books by some of the German language’s most talented authors, past and present (including Peter Handke, Max Frisch, Christa Wolf, Theodor Adorno, and Wolfgang Hilbig). The latest title to appear on the list is Christoph Ransmayr’s Atlas of an Anxious Man, a collection of seventy short “episodes” in which the acclaimed Austrian writer travels all over the world...
February 19, 2016
Emerence is a housekeeper for a writer named Magda, and the two women couldn’t be any more different. That sentence, in all its ordinariness, could legitimately stand as a plot description for Magda Szabó’s subtle and fascinating novel The Door. The events that take place are dramatic at times, to be sure, but they function more as isolated incidents rather than a narrative whole. Emerence is the through-line; she is the connective tissue that brings together the disparate parts to make a body. She is—like Gatsby, Ahab, or Daisy Miller—what I call a study character...
February 12, 2016
The infamously audacious French authoress Françoise Sagan has been described in multiple obituaries as a “luxury hotel existentialist.” Throughout her entire lifetime, Sagan remained indifferent to her acclaim, facing press and publication with a cheeky and terse disdain. She often appeared stylishly insouciant, the only indicator of her great wit a smirk or a quiet laugh. Understandably, this attitude was poorly understood by literary society in 1950s Paris, and Sagan found herself called an eternal spoilt child who waxed existential themes from a comfortable loft, surrounded by sports cars and expensive alcohol.
January 22, 2016
Let me start with a book, Daniela Hodrová’s Prague, I See a City…, a slim and disorienting text—maybe a novel, maybe a travel guide—in which Hodrová navigates the interdependence of Prague and her personal life. The book was originally commissioned as an alternative guidebook for French tourists after the fall of the Soviet Union. But as Hodrová completed the book, it evolved into an achronological menagerie comprising legends, memoir, literary criticism, and the occasional theater recommendation.
December 28, 2015
In a recent article in Publishers Weekly, Emma Koonse discusses the enduring popularity of C. S. Lewis: half a century after his death, new editions of his works continue to be published; The Chronicles of Narnia, Mere Christianity, and The Screwtape Letters still sell in great quantities; biographers find novel ways of telling the story of his life, and scholars persist in analyzing his writings. But what is absent from this discussion of Lewis—what seems to be absent from almost every discussion of Lewis—is any reference to his literary criticism.
November 27, 2015
Unbeknownst to most Americans (including, I hasten to admit, myself), for the past half century Patrick Modiano has built a literary legacy in his native France. It was not until he received the Nobel Prize in Literature that the United States took real notice, and the consequent translations of his novels appearing now and well into next year will certainly solidify the notice into a reputation. First was last year’s Suspended Sentences, a trilogy of novellas set during the Nazi occupation, a period Modiano returns to again and again. (Apparently his father’s dubious activities during the war spur this fixation on.) And now we have another short work, So You Don’t Get Lost in the Neighborhood...
November 6, 2015
Most days there are at least fifteen documents open on my laptop. These consist of works in various stages, some newly drafted or in mid-revision, and others that seem close, but remain suspended in a state of near-completion. Generally, the newer works get the attention while the nearly finished are deferred. I have difficulty with that final phase, when the questions narrow and the focus tightens, and as a result, I tend to temporize. This includes looking for answers outside the work—trolling online articles or revisiting well-loved books and essays—though this is nothing more than distraction disguised as research...
August 21, 2015
In Civilization and Its Discontents, Freud describes the essential characteristic of civilization as “its esteem and encouragement of man’s higher mental activities—his intellectual, scientific, and artistic achievements—and the leading role that it assigns to ideas in human life.” Mario Vargas Llosa believes that ideas have lost this leading role, that they no longer matter as they once did. “Today,” he writes in Notes on the Death of Culture, “images have primacy over ideas.” Ours is an impatient world of perpetual distractions...
August 14, 2015
In his slim but astute volume Why Read Moby-Dick?, Nathaniel Philbrick—author of the National Book Award-winning In the Heart of the Sea, which tells the story of the Essex, the whaleship upon which Melville’s Pequod was based—has this to say about the metaphorical content of Ahab’s ship:
Just as Nantucket is largely a rhetorical construct, so is the Pequod not of this world. She is the mythic incarnation of America: a country blessed by God and by free enterprise that nonetheless embraces the barbarity it supposedly supplanted.