We Live in Hiromi Itō’s Wasteland
Hiromi Itō's first book to be translated into English, Killing Kanoko, takes its title from a poem in which the author, having recently given birth to a daughter, imagines killing the child numerous times.
Artist Julijonas Urbonas designed something called the Euthanasia Coaster—a roller coaster that would hypothetically go so fast that the rider would die. I got in touch with him to learn more about the ride and see if he's afraid of death.
John Dermot Woods's new book, The Baltimore Atrocities, sculpts hundreds of sad, haunting miniature stories into a sort of Ripley's Believe-It-or-Not museum of horrors.
It's the time of year when everybody is celebrating autumn by carving faces into various squash plants and thinking about weird monsters. That sounds cool, but I'm also into more complex forms of horror. If you are too, here's a list of books that bring a…
I recently emailed with Mountain Goats mastermind and Wolf In White Van author John Darnielle about his new book, his history with gaming, haunted feelings, and much more.
Yannick Murphy's new novel, This Is the Water, begins with a True Detective-esque set up, but the power of the book comes less from the murder mystery than from the way she places us in the minds of her characters. I reached out to the autho…
The first week of the 2014 NFL season is in the books and already things are looking rather insane. With just this tip of the iceberg in mind, here are some predictions I've brought back from the astral realm for football fans this fall.
For the past 30 years, Dalkey Archive has quietly and consistently been a vital aesthetic cornerstone in print. Here are some of my favorite titles.
The Children of God were essentially a communist cult with an "old world" idea of Christianity that recruited new members by fucking them. They still exist today under the moniker Family International.
Mike Young is a writer of great grace, which is weird because the things he tends to write about are oatmeal muffins, garbage vacuums, robotic butterflies, Ice Cube, and pretty much anything you could find out in the dumpster behind a 7-Eleven in Weed, Ca…
I was sold on High Rise (1975) after the first ten words: "Later, as he sat on his balcony eating the dog..."
The land of off-brand soda is vast and largely uncharted. The tastes these beverages hold exist only inside of their cans and can't be found anywhere else in the whole world. It's like a Willy Wonka of weird water, and I found a golden ticket.
The hot flesh of summer is here, and the last thing I want to do when I'm living in the thick of it is read about it. If you feel the same, here are three short books that will make you feel strange in the sun.
M. Geddes Gengras is a staple in the LA experimental music scene. His work gives me the feeling of a computer asleep and orgasming at the same time, conjuring weird worlds of sound that mutate and bleed and dig out tunnels through one another. Gengras's n…
While the National Institute of Health spends $3 billion a year on AIDS research, and nearly $4.9 billion on cancer, for Alzheimer's it spends only $500 million, an enormous drop off for an illness that is already widespread and growing rapidly.
Wenderoth's newest book, If I Don't Breathe How Do I Sleep, is a dark and peculiar volume you might keep in the same drawer with your Faces of Death tapes and the Flowers of Evil. I talked to him about his new poetry collection and th…