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Some of the stories in Rita Bullwinkel\u2019s debut collection,\u00a0Belly Up<\/em><\/a>, take place in a world that we could call real, and others take place in a world we could call supernatural, but in the hands of a craftswoman like Bullwinkel, both are somehow equal in their strangeness. While reading, I would arrive at the end of a story in which nothing truly paranormal had happened and be nonetheless filled with a sense of disquiet, a sense that I was looking at a photograph of my own world, the light and color settings tweaked ever so slightly. Reality, in Bullwinkel\u2019s hands, is subverted with nuanced strokes of the surreal, in much the same way that David Lynch tilts our perception with his depictions of suburbia. The forms of the stories vary, and Bullwinkel is just as good in a longer traditional narrative as she is in a two-page piece of poetic prose. They’re joined by a macabre thread, peopled with dead husbands, teenage girls obsessed with the idea of cannibalism, and zombies. But even stronger is the sustained interest in the mystery of human connection; in \u201cHarp,\u201d a wife tests out a double life after witnessing a fatal car accident, and \u201cPhylum<\/a>\u201d interrogates selfhood and intimacy. As much as Bullwinkel asks us to reconsider the strangeness of our external reality, she asks us to question our internal reality as well; this collection, which absolutely heralds an exciting new talent, takes place at a four-way crossroads between the mind and the body, the reality we can know and the reality adjacent to our own, which we can only glimpse through fiction. \u2014Lauren Kane\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

In fiction, a character will sometimes wind up on a train platform, pacing back and forth, smoking cigarette after cigarette, deciding whether to stay or to go. This happens in life, too, though I can\u2019t remember hearing an instance of it as dramatic as the one in this past Tuesday\u2019s episode of The Daily<\/a><\/em>, the popular\u00a0New York Times<\/em>\u00a0podcast, about\u00a0Lam Wing-kee, a bookseller in Hong Kong who made a career for decades smuggling banned books to customers in mainland China. The reporter Alex W. Palmer explains how Wing-kee figured out how to game the system (shipping into the busiest ports, disguising his products with alternate book jackets) and how, in 2012, when he was taken into custody, he managed to charm and joke his way into being released. Palmer\u2019s article<\/a>, which accompanies the podcast, starts with a scene in which Wing-kee is detained yet again in 2015. This time, his jokes aren\u2019t landing with the arresting officers. Xi Jinping has consolidated power and ordered the government to crack down on this kind of dissent. Wing-kee is taken to a cell in an unknown location. He is held for months. Then follows a surreal scene in a fancy dining room that wouldn\u2019t feel out of place in\u00a02001: A Space Odyssey<\/em>. From this point on, my pant leg could have caught fire, and I would have dealt with it while trying to keep my earbuds from falling out.\u00a0<\/strong>Wing-kee experiences a Joseph Campbell\u2013style moment of reckoning. He must choose between two destinies. I recommend the article for its context, but I would start with the podcast. It tells the story so vividly, you feel like you\u2019re there on the platform with Wing-kee, as he stops pacing, finishes his third straight cigarette, tosses it to the ground, and makes his choice. \u2014Brent Katz<\/strong><\/p>\n

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In the early fifties, John Parris, a well-traveled reporter for the Associated Press who covered World War II, returned to his birthplace in the mountains of western North Carolina. He spent the rest of his life writing columns for the Asheville Citizen-Times<\/em> about those mountains, walking them and collecting stories. A selection of the columns has now been compiled in Walking the Mountains with Joe Parris<\/em><\/a>. He is interested in everything about these mountains, devoting pages to rare mountain sourwood honey and transcripts of learned disquisitions among mountain folk. The best columns exhibit a beautiful time slippage\u2014Parris writes of a busy mountain road in 1826 as if it were a week-old piece of journalism, with a snappy lede (\u201cZacariah Chandler stood in the door of his wayside inn and watched the dust boil up the turnpike\u201d) and short staccato paragraphs. For Parris, the mountains, amberlike, preserve story in a physical sense. He is aesthetically attentive to the physical beauty and remoteness of the mountains, and his appreciation is inextricable from the people and narratives they conjure. The mountains are Parris\u2019s private, complete cosmos, outside the world and time. A day after discovering his collected columns, I stood at the bottom of the Nantahala Gorge, among Parris\u2019s beloved mountains. The boulder walls, slick and dark, bulged over the river like a mountain range half folded. The river was green glass, and as I looked up into the mountains, I couldn\u2019t help but also see Parris\u2019s scrim of story and talk, actual as rain. \u2014Matt Levin<\/strong><\/p>\n

I am perhaps not among the target audience for Edmund White<\/a>\u2019s memoir\u00a0The Unpunished Vice<\/em><\/a>\u00a0because it is the first of his books that I have ever read. I\u2019m all the more ashamed to admit it now that I know the kind of sentences I\u2019ve been missing out on. Take, for instance, the first in the collection: \u201cReading is at once a lonely and an intensely sociable act.\u201d White leads his readers into his own experiences of reading as well as the life that framed them. To encounter\u00a0The Unpunished Vice<\/em>\u00a0was at once a lonely and an intensely sociable act, the latter not just for the intimacy I felt with White and the characters in his life story but also for the relationship I learned to recognize between my own favorite reading experiences and all of the parts and people of my life. A reader\u2019s life informs their reading, and their reading informs their life. Their reading also informs their future reading.\u00a0The Unpunished Vice<\/em>\u00a0has certainly informed mine\u2014at the very least, by making the top of my reading list all things Edmund White. \u2014Claire Benoit<\/strong><\/p>\n

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For the first time in many mornings of being \u201cheld temporarily,\u201d I read beyond my stop on the train. It was the fault of an ancient love, Love in the Last Days<\/em><\/a>, a retelling of Tristan and Iseult by D. Nurkse\u00a0(whose poem \u201cIr\u00fan<\/a>\u201d appeared in our Fall 2017 issue). I know the story more or less, and I thought I was done with philters and dragons, but Nurkse\u2019s reimagining makes for beautiful verse. Plenty of poets have taken this reimagining as their task, but Nurkse\u2019s work seems to ask: Is a love potion in the woods still compelling poetry? The answer here is yes. \u201cShe stared as I struggled with her kirtle, \/ vissoir and mandemain. Then we were naked. Except for her eyes. I was scared. I\u2019d been naked in combat, \/ never in love.\u201d Each poem is spoken from a different voice, including a horse whose words are among my favorite. When Tristan sleeps among dogs on the floor of the king\u2019s chamber, \u201ceach snored according to his breed \u2026 The kennets and harriers twitched and writhed, \/ from their thick faint furious cries I deduced \/ a wounded rabbit, a feist in heat, an adored master.\u201d The lines are lovely, the lovers are doomed, the legend lives, and then you\u2019re sitting in an empty L train at Eighth Avenue long after the doors have opened to release you.\u00a0\u2014Julia Berick<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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