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McDermott & McGough, The Stations of Reading Gaol (IV. Oscar Wilde taking his constitutional.), 1917<\/em>\u00a0(detail),\u00a0<\/em>MMXVII,\u00a0<\/em>oil and gold leaf on linen, 24″ x 18″.<\/p><\/div>\n

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The other evening, after my colleagues had all gone, I slouched into one of our office reading chairs and dipped into Paul Yoon\u2019s latest collection of short stories,\u00a0The Mountain<\/i><\/a>. I didn\u2019t get far\u2014I read \u201cA Willow and the Moon,\u201d which opens the book, and stopped\u2014but only because Yoon\u2019s prose is far too mesmerizing to rush through. The story, a beautiful amalgam of sorrow and longing and hope, follows a boy\u00a0through to adulthood, from the First World War to the Second, from the sanatorium high in the mountains of the Hudson Valley, where his mother volunteers, to the basement of an English hospital, where bombs fall around him. As a boy, he looks on as his mother wrestles her addiction to morphine, as his father loses his interest in the family, as his best childhood friend falls ill, all the while making of himself what he can on his own. Though every page of the story heaves with lonesomeness\u00a0and despair (for the lives that could have been had his parents never married or wars never begun), \u201cA Willow and the Moon\u201d nevertheless warmed my heart: the boy harbors neither resentment nor rage for the lot he\u2019s been given, only sadness for all that\u2019s happened and hope for all that\u2019s still to come. \u2014Caitlin Youngquist<\/strong><\/p>\n

On Monday<\/span>, I went to the opening of the Oscar Wilde Temple<\/a>, an installation at the Church of the Village by artist duo McDermott & McGough. The temple\u2019s Stations of the Cross depict phases of Wilde\u2019s arrest, trial, imprisonment, and release; its altarpiece is a linden-wood sculpture of the author; and the walls are draped in fabrics and hues from the contemporaneous Aesthetic movement. It also includes a half dozen small portraits of LGBTQ \u201cmartyrs,\u201d such as Brandon Teena, Sakia Gunn, and Martha P. Johnson. If the installation sounds minimal, its impact is otherwise: housed in a small room underneath the church, the temple feels consecrated, and also invigorating. Wilde celebrated his homosexuality openly, even in the face of persecution, and in him, McDermott & McGough have found a martyr and a saint for today\u2019s LGBTQ community. The temple is a project the pair started thinking about in the eighties and have only now produced. But the timing is apt, McGough says; considering the political moment, he quotes Toni Morrison: \u201cThis is precisely the time when artists go to work.\u201d Wilde\u2019s example provides inspiration for resistance of all kinds: his subversion was public and powerful. \u2014Nicole Rudick\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

I\u2019ve been reading The Essential W.\u2009S. Merwin<\/a><\/em>, a collection whose heftiness\u00a0isn\u2019t surprising when you consider Merwin has written nearly fifty books of poetry, plus numerous translations and prose works. It\u2019s hard to describe Merwin\u2019s oeuvre, partially because of its volume\u00a0over the past sixty-five years, but also because it inhabits\u00a0a strange\u00a0space between elegy and ode\u00a0(you can read more about him in his Art of Poetry<\/a> interview from our Spring 1987 issue). Merwin sees the world as fallen, or falling, yet through this chaos he\u00a0sees the divine. Take the\u00a0poem \u201cRain Light,\u201d originally published in The New Yorker<\/a><\/em> and collected in his Pulitzer Prize\u2013winning collection The Shadow of Sirius<\/em>:<\/p>\n

All day the stars watch from long ago
\nmy mother said I am going now
\nwhen you are alone you will be all right
\nwhether or not you know you will know
\nlook at the old house in the dawn rain
\nall the flowers are forms of water
\nthe sun reminds them through a white cloud
\ntouches the patchwork spread on the hill
\nthe washed colors of the afterlife
\nthat lived there long before you were born
\nsee how they wake without a question
\neven though the whole world is burning \u00a0\u2014Jeffrey Gleaves<\/strong><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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W.\u2009 S. Merwin<\/p><\/div>\n

Whether performing as the Microphones or Mount Eerie, Phil Elverum has devoted most of his career to the careful study of a few central themes: loneliness, chiefly, but also the insignificance of humanity before nature, the stark beauty of the Pacific Northwest, and our odd relationship with technology. Elverum\u2019s latest album as Mount Eerie, A Crow Looked at Me<\/i><\/a>, is of the same stock, but it also grapples with the loss of his wife, Genevi\u00e8ve, to cancer last\u00a0July. \u201cConceptual emptiness was cool to talk about,\u201d he sings, \u201cback before I knew my way around these hospitals.\u201d\u00a0Elverum set out to perform the album in its entirety at Murmrr Theatre in Brooklyn this past Monday<\/span><\/span> but found that he could not. Wiping his eyes, he apologized for skipping the middle section of the album; some of the songs still ached too much.\u00a0If you think this sounds bleak, you\u2019re right. Elverum is a compelling writer, and his lyrics read\u00a0like poetry. (Side note: if this new album is too much, try the Microphones\u2019s\u00a0Mount Eerie<\/i>, which is also bleak but less autobiographical and more folkloric.) \u2014Brian Ransom<\/strong><\/p>\n

In The Art of Death: Writing the Final Story<\/a>,\u00a0<\/i>the Haitian author Edwidge Danticat finds solace while dealing with the debilitating loss of loved ones. The slim book weaves the author\u2019s personal narrative of\u00a0her mother\u2019s death with the stories of celebrated novelists who have also grappled with\u2014and have written about\u2014catastrophic loss. Danticat turns\u00a0to the work of Joan Didion, Toni Morrison, and Audre Lorde, among others, during some of the most difficult days of her life. The result is a portrait of the emotional toll\u00a0of\u00a0death as well as a cathartic guide to finding peace. \u2014Ryan Strong<\/strong><\/p>\n

<\/a>After picking up Myriam Gurba\u2019s Mean<\/i><\/a>, I almost dropped it, the way one lets go of something delivering a powerful electric shock. Gruba\u00a0charges\u00a0the first pages of her memoir with a voltage of violence. I eventually kept reading\u2014and was captivated. Gurba writes as a mixed-race Chicana growing up in California (and being forced, at one point, to apologize to white girls for their own racist comments). She writes as a young queer woman moving through adolescence into adulthood. She writes as a victim of sexual assault. I was enthralled by her sharp honesty and her piss-and-vinegar voice.\u00a0She writes, \u201cI want to be a likable female narrator. But I also enjoy being mean.\u201d She\u00a0captures something at the core of girlhood that is so rarely addressed: the ability young women have to enact, and often relish, intentional meanness\u00a0without asking\u00a0for forgiveness. \u2014Lauren Kane<\/strong><\/p>\n

While there\u2019s no shortage\u00a0of literature about World War II, German author Ralf Rothmann\u2019s\u00a0To Die in Spring<\/i><\/a>, recently translated into English, is a welcome addition to the genre. The novel tells the story of Walter Urban, who, forced to volunteer for the Waffen-SS as the war nears its end, lives out its final months driving transport vehicles and experiencing the horrors of a desperate German military machine. Walter\u2019s son narrates the novel and, as an attempt to understand his father after his\u00a0death, reimagines the war years about which he\u00a0never spoke. \u201cThe fathers have eaten sour grapes\u2009\/\u2009and the children\u2019s teeth are set on edge,\u201d reads the epigraph. To Die <\/i>depicts the cynicism prevalent among\u00a0Germans toward the close of the war, as soldiers fought long past\u00a0any hope of victory. Particular images are resonant: Hungarian Germans with patches of skin, where square mustaches recently grew, that are now \u201cpaler than the rest of their stubbly faces\u201d; Hermann G\u00f6ring in a prison camp, his eyes tearing as he hears\u00a0the line \u201cFinished, finished, it doesn\u2019t even hurt any more!\u201d from the film Romance in a Minor Key<\/i>. It\u00a0doesn\u2019t reinvent the genre, but Rothmann\u2019s novel holds particular value in translation: it provides a perspective with which many American readers may not be familiar. \u2014Joel Pinckney<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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