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\"tumblr_lo80tnSz9z1qm2bmho1_1280\"<\/a>There are moods in which even a used bookstore can defeat you, when you can\u2019t imagine why anyone ever bothered, when every first sentence is an effort and a rebuke. Next time you find yourself in that mood, look under A for Ackerley (J. R.). His memoir My Father and Myself<\/em><\/a> is a masterpiece of calm self-hatred. My Dog Tulip<\/em><\/a> is the unforgettable true story of how he gave up on human beings and fell in love with a German shepherd. But the book I needed, and found, the other night is Ackerley\u2019s one novel, We Think the World of You<\/em><\/a>. This too is a dog book. Without having yet read the introduction (I\u2019m a few pages from the end), I suspect it too is autobiographical. Set in London just after the war, it concerns a middle-aged gay man, desperately in love with a young prison inmate, who transfers his overbearing affection to the man\u2019s dog, Evie. Ackerley was, by all accounts, including his, an unpleasant guy. The magic is how clearly he sees himself, with a clarity almost amounting to forgiveness. He is also very funny. Four chapters in, behind two pints at a quiet bar, I felt ready to face the world. \u2014Lorin Stein<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0I still mourn the loss of Gourmet<\/i>\u2014the exquisite photography, like eighteenth-century still lifes; the insane, days-long dinners that I never intended to prepare\u2014but I\u2019m grateful to have been directed to Ruth Reichl\u2019s Twitter feed<\/a>. Her entries are haikus of\u00a0deliciousness: \u201cGray. Rain coming. Curled up with the cat, a book, and a comforting bowl of lemon rice soup. Edible sunshine.\u201d \u201cSo cold! Tiny tug shoves a big black boat up the river. Bowl of butter-toasted oatmeal. Almonds. Apricots. Brown sugar. Heavy cream. Warmer.\u201d \u201cCold. Sunny. Blue Tiepolo sky, dappled with clouds. Fluffy pancakes. Lace-edged fried eggs from Barry\u2019s hens. Smoky bacon. Maple syrup. Yes!\u201d \u2014Nicole Rudick<\/strong> <\/p>\n

\u00a0It seems that Volta footwear has developed a formula for art: an exotic setting, an artistic medium, and a new shoe. Since 2010 they have been sending artists on expeditions for their X-Travelling Series, a collection of photography, film, writing, and sound-clips, taken on footwear-sponsored trips around the world. And though it seems like a bizarre coupling, number fourteen of the X-Travelling Series, Travels in Central America<\/em>, actually marks the second collaboration of Volta and The Milan Review<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Like we\u2019ve said before, if you’re not already reading The Milan Review<\/em><\/a>, you should be. Issue number three, named The Milan Review of Adultery<\/em>, is enough to sate any winter wanderlust. I was drawn to it because of the colorful, Mexican serape–like cover design, and found that it consists entirely of Clancy Martin\u2019s Travels in Central America: A Novella<\/em>, which tells the story of married men and women sleeping with those to whom they are not married. While there\u2019s certainly an erotic aspect, this novella is not to be confused with a romance. Martin pegs infidelity more as an unfortunate side effect of marriage—and perhaps of alcoholism. Like cocaine, he says: \u201crarely pleasurable, but try quitting.\u201d It\u2019s escapism, and that\u2019s what blends the novella, the review, and the series so seamlessly. \u2014Matthew Smith<\/strong><\/p>\n

I recently acquired an impeccable copy of\u00a0Virgins Plus Curtains<\/em><\/a>, poems by Mina Loy.\u00a0The Press of the Good Mountain printed only of eighty copies\u00a0of this three-poem collection, which also happens to have one of my favorite titles of all time. It is evident that Loy\u2019s proximity to Italian futurism and dadaism had an effect on her writing, but what is far more interesting than the form of these poems is her thinly veiled commentary on the men who were preaching these ideologies: \u201cBut you who make more noise than any man \/ in the world when you clear your throat.\u201d<\/p>\n

Digs like this carry far more weight when you remember Loy was romantically involved with both\u00a0Filippo Marinetti and Arthur Cravan. I was constantly reminded of the potboiler\u00a0All the King\u2019s Horses<\/i>, which Guy Debord challenged his first wife, Mich\u00e8le Bernstein, to write. A book that could easily be written off as a gossipy teen novel has proved with time to be the most intimate depiction of the elusive Debord\u2019s daily life. Both Loy and Bernstein\u2019s perspectives provide essential humanizing, reminding us that these were \u201cjust\u201d men—but also that they were just the women capable of slyly exposing these great ideologues. \u2014Hailey Gates<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0The Poetry Foundation is currently showcasing a very readable profile of Edna St. Vincent Millay<\/a> that reminds us just what a celebrity the poet was in her day. Thanks to her controversial personal views, her wedding was covered by no fewer than five New York newspapers, three on the front page. Writers may have no hope of that these days, but I have to wonder if that\u2019s in part because they simply aren\u2019t as publicly fascinating. After all, she had a successful and open marriage with a Dutch importer who allowed and encouraged her to continue her affairs on the side; that\u2019s a marriage we want to know about. Her unconventional approach to domestic stability might be summed up thusly:<\/p>\n

\n

\nWas it for this I uttered prayers,
\nAnd sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs,
\nThat now, domestic as a plate,
\nI should retire at half-past eight?\n<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

\u2014Diksha Basu<\/strong><\/p>\n

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