The nightmare of Adorno’s century has through our silent consent found a home in our own 21st, replete as it is with ever-increasing economic disparity, ever-decreasing historical literacy, fundamentalist religion become ascendant,…
- The Administered World of Theodor Adorno: Essay — Jeremy Brunger
- Sing! O Bone: Essay — Julie Trimingham
- Bad Sex: Fiction — Jowita Bydlowska
- Theory and Ardour: A Review of Alice Fulton’s Barely Composed — Patrick O’Reilly
- My Struggle: Book Four | Novel Excerpt — Karl Ove Knausgaard
- A Kind of Freak, a Monster: A Review of Karl Ove Knausgaard’s My Struggle: Book Four — Jeff Bursey
- Inquiring Spirit: My Friend, Jim Cerasoli (1938-2015) — Patrick J. Keane
- Top of the Page in May | Essays & Translation — Genese Grill
- If You Build It, They Will Come — The May Issue Preview
An old man steals the Queen of the Night’s daughter. The queen finds her girl, and gives her a knife. The Queen, in her famously high aria, commands her daughter to stab the old lech to death. The name of this fancy, super-femme song is Hell’s Vengeance Boils in My Heart.
On the last day I would ever see him, right after we fucked inside the Starbucks stall, we were crossing the street together, me ahead of him. A fast car came from out of nowhere, from around the corner and I lunged to escape getting hit.
The subject matter itself is often grim. And in their way, these lines can take on a bleak dimension of their own, a nihilistic push off the cliff of linguistic certainty. But silence, once it has been confronted, must be pushed out.
Oh, this is the song about the young man who loves a young woman. Has he the right to use such a word as “love”? He knows nothing about life, he knows nothing about her, he knows nothing about himself.
Knausgaard peels back his more youthful self’s skin to reveal confusion, desire, and ineptitude without once asking for pity.
Alex showed me something his father had inscribed on the library wall: “My improbable God: before Infinity, there is God; after Infinity, there is God.” If that’s not good enough to get into the “religious” cemetery, to hell with them.
Top of the Page for the month of May: Genese Grill, our resident Musil, Proust, and Modernism expert, currently riding a wave of publishing success with her translation of Robert Musil essays Thought Flights (Contra Mundum Press) to be launched May 10 in New York.
Remember that Iowa baseball movie with Kevin Costner, Field of Dreams? And the tag line, “If you build it, they will come?” I think of that when I look at Numéro Cinq and see the kind of writer we get crowding the page these days. We built it and great writers are filling the park.
Vol. VI, No. 3, March 2015
- Numéro Cinq at the Movies: Awe, Wonder & the Sublime in Filippo Baraccani’s “The Approximate Present” — R. W. Gray
- On the Shores of Darkness, There is Light | Cordelia Strube: Fiction & Interview — Ann Ireland
- Atrocities Proliferate: Review of Newspaper by Edouard Levé — Jason DeYoung
- Undersung | R. F. Langley: Between Two Worlds — Julie Larios
- In the Garden: Fiction — Gary Garvin
- Yearning for the Irretrievable | Pamela Petro: Art & Interview – JC Olsthoorn
- Uimhir a Cúig |A Callows Childhood: Memoir — Patrick Deeley
- Ralph Maud’s Prayer: Distilled | Poem — Mary Maillard
- How to Sightsee in France with your Teenage Son: Text & Photographs — Natalia Sarkissian
- Chance Encounters of a Literary Kind | Talk to Strangers and Stop on By: William Stafford — Robert Day
- Masterpieces Can’t Be Willed Into Existence: Review Portrait of a Man Known as Il Condottiere by Georges Perec — Jeff Bursey
- Bad News Waitress: Fiction — Julie Reverb
- A Choir of Pages: Review of Tom McCarthy’s Satin Island — Frank Richardson
- These are the Ferocious Challenges: An Interview With Diane Williams — Jason Lucarelli
Vol. VI, No. 4, April 2015
- Numéro Cinq at the Movies: Eugene Green’s Le Pont des Arts Introduced by R. W. Gray
- A Good Time Was Had by Some: On Assigning & Relishing the Eternal Punishment of Others — Patrick J. Keane
- Alive, Ineffably Alive: A Review of Max Blecher’s Adventures in Immediate Irreality — Eric Foley
- How do you say…in Slovak? | David Zieroth Poems & Interview — Kathryn Para
- A Way Home: Review of Mai Al-Nakib’s The Hidden Light of Objects — Natalia Sarkissian
- Fingers Around My Neck: Fiction — Jason DeYoung
- A Twisty, Haunted Masterpiece: A Review of Kelly Link’s Get in Trouble — Benjamin Woodard
- تالان (A Looting): Essay — Agri Ismaïl
- The night I spent my last nickel to call Steve: Poems — George Szirtes
- Beautifully, Wantonly: Review of Here Comes Kitty by Richard Kraft and Danielle Dutton — Natalie Helberg
- Dirty Thirties & Rugby: Short Stories — Terese Svoboda
- On Translation | Quiet Accomplishment: Remembering Cid Corman — Gregory Dunne
- I Cried to Dream Again: Song — Maura Kennedy | Introduced by Patrick J. Keane
- Reality Tour: Short Story — Toni Marques
- Uimhir a Cúig | The Ghost Estate: Novel Excerpt & Interview — John Connell
- I’m a Big Fan of the Joyful Solution: Interview with Jen Bervin — Darren Higgins