Andrew James Weatherhead Proves You Don’t Have to Share Every Single Thing That Comes Into Your Mind
Andrew James Weatherhead is my everything and he has a new book.
We spoke with war poet Frederick Foote, a neurologist who's making poetry a required course of treatment in military hospitals.
Sarah Gerard's debut novel weaves a familiar range of personal terror in a vibrant, addictive display of prose. More than just a relentless confession amid the narrator's sprawl into emotive depths, Gerard enacts a nearly Kathy Acker–esque intensity in...
Preparation for the Next Life is Atticus Lish's first novel. It is, in the opinions of many of the world's literary tastemakers, really fucking good.
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.
Fiction is less about what happens than how it’s told, and to me there’s no one else speaking quite like Tim Sanders.
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.
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...
VR book gaming is the new Cliffsnotes.
Reading Juliet Escoria's Black Cloud feels as if you are reading a diary that someone wrote with the intention of it one day being found, for both her and your benefit. In other words, it is intimate.
I was sold on High Rise (1975) after the first ten words: “Later, as he sat on his balcony eating the dog…”