Joanna Walsh, Amateurs! How We Built the Internet and Why It Matters
reviewed by Christopher Webb
Right now, it’s difficult to know how — or indeed if — the internet will ever recover from the many skirmishes it’s fighting on various fronts (the ramping up of government regulation in certain states, the 'enshittification' of private platforms and, perhaps most significantly, the attempts by the AI labs to divert all traffic away from traditional publishers and websites and towards their new platforms). How did we get here? How did a medium that once promised to democratise... [read more]
Richard Seymour, Disaster Nationalism: The Downfall of Liberal Civilization
reviewed by Tymek Woodham
The ever-widening gyre of late capitalism requires, in British-American academic David Harvey’s phrase, a fix. The rampant accumulation of wealth constantly threatens to expend itself through the production of self-made crises: the market’s invisible hand has trembled since birth. And just as capitalism seeks ‘spatial fixes’ in the form of national banks, supranational economic zones or temporary forms of fixed capital that ensure the auto-destructive mechanisms of accumulation do not... [read more]
Loren Ipsum is a number of extraordinary things: the daughter of a high-flying architect and a renowned landscape gardener, an alumna of the University of Oxford, a former model, a beloved children’s author, and even a bestselling novelist. Now she is a literary journalist to boot – a writer, that is, who writes about writers and writing (and whose work seems to feature exclusively in publications with names ending in ‘Review of Books’). She is, then, almost a fantasy or parody version... [read more]
Olga Tokarczuk, trans. Antonia Lloyd-Jones, House of Day, House of Night
reviewed by Jemima Skala
There is a necessary asynchrony to reading Olga Tokarczuk in English translation, an author with so many Polish-language novels in her back pocket, many of which have taken years to come to anglophone shelves. Readers who access her in her original language will have built a more chronological picture of her oeuvre over time; they will, perhaps, possess a knowledge of patterns, tropes, and recurring imagery as it has built on the strength of one novel to the next — her fascination with... [read more]
One of several good jokes in Gabriel Flynn’s debut novel, Poor Ghost!, comes when the narrator, Luca, a youngish man adrift back home in Manchester after flunking out of his Harvard PhD in English Literature, encounters a Manchester-specific table display in Waterstones. His eye is drawn to ‘a new novel by a Mancunian writer named Jonny Fletcher’:
Cotton City. It seemed to be about a DJ who gets drawn into Manchester’s criminal underworld when he begins to research his grandfather, a... [read more]
Hélène Bessette, trans. Kate Briggs, Lili is Crying
reviewed by Rachel Dastgir
After her husband is arrested by the French Gestapo, the title character of Lili Is Crying walks into her local bar. The regulars watch her with measured curiosity. ‘Doesn’t misfortune make a person cry?’ they wonder; Lili is dry-eyed. She orders a glass of white wine before turning to the room and announcing, ‘Things never happen to me the way they do to other people. My life, it’s a whole novel’. She’s right – in a way.
First published in 1953 and now translated into... [read more]
I first encountered Brigid Brophy through Aubrey Beardsley. Brophy had written a book, Black and White, about the artist; I was trawling through criticism of his work for an undergrad project. It’s difficult, sometimes, to dislodge one’s opinions of an artist from the associative conditions you have met them under. With Brophy and Beardsley, fortunately, this was something that worked, as placing them in conversation boded well: two queer, idiosyncratic aesthetes who placed eroticism at the... [read more]
Who has more ease? The robot or the human? In her debut novel To Rest Our Minds and Bodies, Harriet Armstrong returns to this question again and again. The book — the longest release yet from Les Fugitives’ ‘quick brown fox’ collection, a line of English-language originals from a press known for French translations — brilliantly focuses on what it means to simulate emotions vs. to feel emotions. To live with the messy and the nuanced or to find solace in the scripted and rule-based.... [read more]
I confess my interests here are not dispassionate. The covid pandemic stands out to me, but not because of the virus. Instead, I inspected the whites of my eyes, believing them to have turned blue. Visits to the Mayo Clinic, Web MD and NHS websites confirmed my fears: ‘Blue sclera’ is a symptom of a degenerative neurological condition. Within hours, my vision blurred and an ocular migraine came on. Images of the future moved over me, as if I hadn’t been the one to direct them. Blindness,... [read more]
‘Women’s historical fiction’ is, in one sense, like pornography — you know it when you see it. The glossy covers featuring stylish stand-ins for the spunky heroines, often coupled with an airbrushed skyline of the city in which the story takes place, are prominent features on bookstore shelves and bestseller lists, the stories within these covers beloved by book clubs big and small. Agents and editors are hungry — starving — for it, especially if it sports some ‘literary’ flair... [read more]
