Like Hazel Grace with “An Imperial Affliction,” John Green’s work feels intensely personal to me. It’s evangelical-zeal-inducing and formative in every sense of the word, not only emotionally or intellectually, but also in terms of real relationships Green’s work has impacted my life.
The coincidences keep flying.
In truth, the realities of being human are not easily swallowable, and certainly more complicated than we wish they were. Vuong knows this well and weaves each aspect of his semi-autobiographical story through the lens of personhood, making the big picture distinguishable among its million puzzle pieces.
It is difficult to review Evenson’s work because it is so dependent on its reader’s state of mind, almost like the literary equivalent of a mood ring. For an audience to judge his writing, they must experience it themselves, influenced by their own perceptions and insecurities of identity.
May 17 can be one of those spring days where everything goes right.
Fiction — science fiction in particular — is obsessed with the post-apocalyptic world. From space odysseys to duels with zombies, readers and authors alike have a strange fascination with the world after the end of the world.
One of the poems in Franny Choi’s latest collection is written in code.
There’s a fine line between the creative and the unbearably weird in writing, and again Karen Russell seems to have hit the mark — at least within a margin of error — in her prose.
The question of justice just out of reach, the play settles for a question of empathy.
At a slim 48 pages, Sally Rooney’s “Mr Salary” delivers a deliciously illicit and poignant love story.