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“Lights Out”
“Sitting By Yourself at the End of the World — I Mean, Year”
—The Ascension of Slim, Jay Watson, Brauer Museum It isn’t this half moon Jumpmanned just…
The first time Isabel saw Camila’s ghost, she was standing at her beside next to the IV drip. Her face was still eighteen and fresh.
More and more, in late winter especially, I have the feeling that I am dying—or, to put it more accurately, that the best of my life has happened and my decline has begun. And this is a bitter feeling—wrong, too, I hope.
“These shows, and others like them, pulse with near-pornographic magnetism. It’s hard to pull your gaze away.”
“I’ve only been to France a handful of times since I moved away…and each time it gets into me with weird intensity.”
Her words were tender, but raw in intonation and contained the kind of truth you can come to only after having lived through something.
We recited vows as poems, while our hippie rabbi strummed his guitar and hummed nigun that…
Nope, Roberta Flack didn’t write that song. Find out more in Thomas Larson’s review.
“When it comes to Brown’s latest, the White (or even in some cases Grimy) City should be proud,” Laurie Levy writes of Rosellen Brown’s “The Lake on Fire.”
If you take down Confederate statues, who gets on the pedestal? Steve Harvey reports on Madre Luz.
In Trump’s America, Leanne Grabel just can’t help herself.
Finally Natalia Ginzburg’s “Family Lexicon” is English and couldn’t be more timely, Natalia Nebel writes.
A writer always takes a risk when writing about a work of art that’s not reproduced on the page. Will the reader step away from the text? Reviewed by Mary Harris Russell.
How to capture what is lost in immigration, exile, and death? Maggie Kast examines Brodsky/Baryshnikov in context. “Their friendship must have been a comfort, even if deepest sorrow is too personal to share.”
“The sport, like so many other sports in the US, values accomplishments above athletes’ health, safety, and well-being.”
Reading Tim Kreider’s essays on love feels like living in a kinder world for 200 pages. A review by Katharine Coldiron.
Of course there was a male response to #MeToo. And to the “Shitty Men in Media List.” Shaindel Beers found herself listed. Briefly.
Another Chicago Magazine 