Don’t Call Me Inspirational is a challenging and enlightening read.
The Hunger Games’ real message might actually be more radical than it looks, despite its mainstream appeal, or perhaps even because of it: populism needs first of all to be popular.
The thirst for trans memories seems unslakeable. Everett Maroon’s Bumbling Into Body Hair (Booktrope 2012) strikes a balance between humor and emotional intensity.
Daringly, “Sex and Disability” heavily blurs lines when it comes to the personal and the political, presenting some essays that may be uncomfortable for readers unaccustomed to thinking about sexuality and disability.
It makes no sense that this book should exist, thus suspended between comedy and melodrama, horror and domesticity and theological fiction. But it does, somehow, and it is utterly weird, and it is bewilderingly good.
By creating an image of absolute Evil, numerous groups have been able to define themselves as only and ever Good – an idea has been used to justify great evil itself.
How do we read, and write, in the wake of the author’s literal death?
If you’re a fan of lush world-building that promises a dazzling array of possibilities, terrific characters, and a whopping good time, you’ll probably like Ganymede.
Jamrach’s Menagerie is set at what seems like one of the last moments when it is possible to discover dragons.
Why Marx Was Right reminds us that Marx’s ideas address the economics and politics of 2011 with an uncanny familiarity.