reviewed by Brian Finney
Utopia Avenue
David Mitchell
Random House, July 14, 2020
$17.28; 592 pp.
ISBN: 978-0812997439
It is five years since David Mitchell released his last novel, Slade House (2015). ...
Review: Utopia Avenue by David Mitchell
Book Reviews, LAR Online
Saw my brother in a wolf, in wildflowers
climate change, bobcats, javelina, and praying
mantis, lilac scent, laughter. Saw him howling
himself back onto the sidewalk of his life
before he lay his body in front of a ...
Missing by Mary Morris
LAR Online, Poetry
The illness had been buried in the genes—James’ mother had it and her mother too—so it was no surprise to Janie when James began to disappear into various rooms of their house and transform them into whatever ...
You Can’t Follow Him There by Lisa Bubert
Fiction, LAR Online
translated by Sarah Timmer Harvey
previously published in the Dutch-language literary magazine De Revisor
At last, I can paint the central figure onto the canvas. The background is done: the green of the fig trees ...
RGB by Lucia van den Brink
LAR Online, Translations
Some wise creature
once said that a child doubles her father’s vision,
so the snakeskin will be accounted for, filmy and useless,
and the sky will glow “like a sea built of fire,”
and the birds will never ...
Call It a Day by David Roderick
LAR Online, Poetry, Uncategorized
When the electrical pole fell in the alley, knocking out the power on our block, Tony and I knew there was nothing to do but sit on the porch and wait. I poured us each a little whiskey over ice and we sat in teal ...
In the Apocalypse by Liz Shulman
LAR Online, Nonfiction
reviewed by Rochelle Spencer
Black Imagination: Black Voices on Black Future
curated by Natasha Marin
McSweeney’s, February 2020.
$14.00; 216pp.
ISBN: 978-1-94421-184-4
At around 3:15pm on a ...
Review: Black Imagination curated by Natasha Marin
Book Reviews, LAR Online
The Gold of Naples
Things kept reminding me of other things.
The old ladies in the street were my aunts.
A counterman at Caffè Mexico
was Totò in a soda fountain hat.
The rum babas were trumpet mutes.
My hanging ...
Three Poems by Erin O’Luanaigh
LAR Online, Poetry
We had arrived with vague ideas of city life: a sea of unfamiliar faces, winding avenues, the public gardens. Now, we shuffle around the dorm with the other girls from the suburbs. We feel more comfortable in slippers ...
Freshgirls by Rosetta Young
Fiction, LAR Online
