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CHILDREN OF PARADISE by Camilla Grudova (BOOK REVIEW)
“Living in the past in the same place I have to be in the present, my mind often feels like a double exposed photograph, and the ... -
THE WITNESSES ARE GONE by Joel Lane (BOOK REVIEW)
“Everything we search for, every holy grail, is something we cannot afford to find.” After bringing Joel Lane’s debut novel From Blue To Black (2000), short ... -
LEECH by Hiron Ennes (BOOK REVIEW)
“Many patients, in times of stress, will recount dreams haunted by images of their bodies falling apart. Sometimes they tell me stories of paralysis, or rotten ... -
OUR WIVES UNDER THE SEA by Julia Armfield (BOOK REVIEW)
“The deep sea is a haunted house: a place in which things that ought not to exist move about in the darkness.” Julia Armfield’s debut novel ... -
FROM BLUE TO BLACK by Joel Lane (BOOK REVIEW)
Joel Lane – From Blue To Black (2000, reissued 2022) “He kissed me fiercely. ‘This place is getting torn apart,’ he said. ‘Tower blocks, expressways. Building ... -
SLEEP HAS HIS HOUSE by Anna Kavan (BOOK REVIEW)
“It is night; and there is nothing false here. Night is reliable. Night does not dazzle us with treacherous fires. Night keeps a dark enduring silence ... -
I AM LAZARUS by Anna Kavan (BOOK REVIEW)
“What a fiendishly efficient machine war is, she thought, remembering him as he was and the writing, a bit immature but sensitive and direct and with ... -
ASYLUM PIECE by Anna Kavan (BOOK REVIEW)
“What’s the good of appealing to senseless machinery? The cogs are moving, the engines are slowly gathering momentum, a low humming noise is perceptible even now. ... -
THE RUINS OF CONTRACOEUR AND OTHER PRESENCES by Joyce Carol Oates (BOOK REVIEW)
“What is interesting here, from a disinterested/objective perspective, is how the unimaginable improbable will become, within a surprisingly short period of time, the imagined probable. How ... -
THE PASSION ACCORDING TO G.H. by Clarice Lispector, translated by Idra Novey (BOOK REVIEW)
“Give me your unknown hand, since life is hurting me, and I don’t know how to speak – reality is too delicate, only reality is delicate, ...
