Reviewed: Rainald Goetz, Rave, trans. Adrian Nathan West, Fitzcarraldo Editions The music is felt more than heard from outside the club. You’re with Rainald, our protagonist. He is also Goetz, the writer, or maybe it is more accurate to say Rainald will become Goetz the writer as Rave goes on. It doesn’t matter too much; he’ll tell you about it later. As the novel opens, you follow Rainald into the club; he greets the bouncer, the cloak ...
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Reviewed: Melissa Broder, Milk Fed, Scribner Melissa Broder’s Milk Fed is so sexy it brought tears to my eyes. Combining Jewish mysticism with girl-on-girl smut, it offers everything I look for in a novel. The cover, a delicious beeswax yellow, gives the impression that Scribner’s marketing team hopes to use colour psychology to attract readers. At the centre of all this pleasant yellow floats a huge, disembodied, hot-pink nipple, its concentric circles calling out like ...
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At first glance the dropbear might be interpreted as innocent fun: a mythical species dreamt up by settlers said to prey on unsuspecting tourists, it is posited as the cute punchline in a national prank. For many, the dropbear is not a particularly violent figure. That is, not when placed in comparison with the material consequences of colonisation: dispossession and expropriation of Indigenous people and their land, the destruction of sacred sites, the removal of ...
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Reviewed: Gerii Pleitez, On the Sunday, She Created God, Kara Sevda Press 'Often I worried it wasn’t meaty enough, or long enough. I told myself it’s not about the size of the word count, it’s how you use it.’ So muses Wren, the narrator of Gerii Pleitez’s novella On the Sunday, She Created God, about the manuscript she is lugging around. It’s an apt note to ponder for the book itself: at 99 pages, it’s a ...
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Reviewed: Erin Hortle, The Octopus and I, Allen & Unwin Tucked in the bay of Teralina/Eaglehawk Neck is a checkerboard of rock carved from the land by the tide’s ebb and flow. The sea chemistry is eroding the stone bed and inscribing a mosaic of polygonal shapes that look almost man-made, as time falls away against the elements, slowly dissolving into the ocean. The Octopus and I, a debut novel by Tasmanian writer Erin Hortle, ...
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Reviewed: Flannery O’Connor, The Complete Stories, Farrar, Straus & Giroux Phuong had seen the film [Gone with the Wind] on a pirated videotape, and was seduced immediately by the glamour, beauty, and sadness of Scarlett O’Hara, heroine and embodiment of a doomed South. Was it too much to suppose that the ruined Confederacy, with its tragic sense of itself, bore more than a passing similarity to her father’s defeated southern Republic and its resentful remnants? ...
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Reviewed: Zadie Smith, Intimations, Penguin Zadie Smith: ‘My preoccupation when I was young was death. It remains death.’ Interviewer: ‘God, why?’ Zadie Smith: ‘People always say that as if it’s not the only thing that’s going to happen to you.’ —The Touré Show, February 2018 I called the bookshop to pre-order Intimations in May 2020 as one lockdown followed another, and the global death toll continued to rise. In the United States, another murder of ...
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Reviewed: Sigrid Nunez, What Are You Going Through, Virago I started reading Sigrid Nunez’s latest book, What Are You Going Through, two weeks after having spent five days in the neurology ward at Monash Hospital, sharing the room with two women in their fifties who had been diagnosed with cancer. One of them, a thin woman with short grey hair whose name I didn’t write down in my journal, had a spinal tumour removed and ...
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