…not what Julia Kristeva called Proust’s “time embodied,” but perhaps anxious bodies as victims of time.
- Numéro Cinq at the Movies: Bison’s film for Bonobo’s “Kerala,” introduced by R. W. Gray
- Gnosticism: A Genesis — Rikki Ducornet
- A Wave, a Wash: Excerpts from a Novel — Ben Slotky
- The Long Dry | Novel Excerpt — Cynan Jones
- Love in the Time of Drought | Review of The Long Dry by Cynan Jones — Mark Sampson
- Abandonment Begets Abandonment: Review of Abandon Me by Melissa Febos — Carolyn Ogburn
- If… | Poems — Susan Elmslie
- Woods on Fire | Poems — Fleda Brown
- Bargain | Short Story — Sean Preston
- The Expression of Loss | Poems — Agustín Fernández Mallo, Translated by Zachary Rockwell Ludington
- Obsession | Interview with Carlos Fonseca — Jessica Sequeira
- Amulets, Talismans | The Ceramic Art of Michel Pastore & Evelyne Porret — Rikki Ducornet
- Dancing the Numbers: Review of The Schooldays of Jesus by J. M. Coetzee — Jason DeYoung
- Burning the Baby & Other Stories | Fiction — Kelly Cherry
- Cries of a mind…leaping out of its lodgings | Review of Drawn from Life, Selected Essays of Michel de Montaigne — Linda E. Chown
- The Promise of Intimacy | ask anyone: The Poetry of Ruth Lepson — Timothy Ogene
- Dr. Griffitt’s Ginkgo | Poems — Maura Stanton
- The Poetry of Antimetathesis: Essay — Yannis Livadas
- Small Revolutions | Drawings — Anne Hirondelle
- The Avant-Pop Novels of J. P. McEvoy | Essay — Steven Moore
Wisdom arises – a luminous egg of stardust quickened by a serpent of fire whose tail rends the night sky like a knife of ice. She is called The Virgin. Perfect Memory. The Lustful One. The Wanderer.
You are not paying attention. It doesn’t matter. There is too much, a wave, a wash, and it is over, over, and you are gone.
It was a clean cut and it healed well and he could have lost his hand instead. That’s how he looks at it. In some ways he loves it.
…a dark, brooding, brutal and devastating novel.
The best parts of this book make no sense at all. That’s what I mean by ambitious.
if his car had gotten a flat, and he’d taken this / as a sign to take a spiritual U-y / if he had smelled fear and been able to name it,
…Odysseus / after twenty years returns to Penelope / sword unsheathed suitors slain / even old Laertes murders all around / as if peace is death in other words
“So your life is basically just not having sex with people you want to because you have a girlfriend?” “That’s every man’s life!” Sssh.
I look at your smile and I think / all lyric poetry expresses loss.
The writer always has to be out of place, he has to become a foreigner even to himself. Writing is another form of exile.
In the deepening shadows the late afternoon, they sparked the air and sizzled—more like amulets and talismans than bowls and plates.
No one in this novel is clearly named or called Jesus. Only the title teases that one of the characters is, perhaps, the historical Jesus.
Someone struck a match and the baby went up in flames. Members of the family choked on the sickening smell. The father was afraid to look at the mother…
Cries of a mind…leaping out of its lodgings | Review of Drawn from Life, Selected Essays of Michel de Montaigne — Linda E. Chown
…uncannily accurate prose.
Near-rendering, because the promise of intimacy is often dispelled by a deflection…
And thank the tree for the fierce way it gave // Him hope that the unlikely might be true— / You could flourish even here, eat shit, drink dew.
Those far from naive petty tyrants care mainly about one thing: the condition of their self-definition in a construction of words.
& after the Potter’s wheel is still, we still turn / with small revolutions of faith & doubt… —David W. Fenza
Ingenious novels that unfold solely by way of letters, telegrams, newspaper articles, ads, telephone transcriptions, scripts, playbills, greeting cards…
‘Just having a little think,’ he’d murmur, ‘not asleep yet. Good night pet lamb.’ Then he’d turn off the bedside light and we’d go to sleep.
Laura Michele Diener’s CNF picks from the NC archives: gems by Hilary Mullins, Melissa Fisher, Natalia Sarkissian, Mark Jay Mirsky, Genese Grill, Domenic Stansberry, Diana Whitney.
Vol. VIII, No. 1, January 2017
- Heart of Darkness — Gary Garvin
- Numéro Cinq at the Movies | Inga Birgisdóttir’s “Varúð” Introduced by R. W. Gray
- Necessary Truths | Review of Thus Bad Begins by Javier Marías — Frank Richardson
- Not in Noah’s Flood: Poems in Translation — Marjan Strojan
- Review of Absolutely on Music: Conversations with Seiji Ozawa by Haruki Murakami—Carolyn Ogburn
- Ms. Hicks In Hell: Fiction — David Huddle
- Carving the Heavens’ Bones: from Glasshouses | Poems — Stuart Barnes
- The Philosopher’s Progress | Short Story — Noah R. Gataveckas
- Like Kafka’s Ape | Poems — Mary di Michele
- Renato After Alba: Novel Excerpt — Eugene Mirabelli
- Story Hour at the Monkey House Bar | Poems — Alison Prine
- Burlesques Of Togetherness: Review of Assisted Living by Gary Lutz — Jason Lucarelli
- Three Questions for Donald Hall | Interview — Allan Cooper
- Entering the Golden Room | Review of The Selected Poems of Donald Hall — Allan Cooper
- Reflections of a Walking Ruin | Fiction — John Madera
- Windy, With Clouds Breaking | Poems — Kathy Fagan
- Late Afternoon with Shadows Lengthening: Memoir — Laura Michele Diener
- Among the Dead and Dreaming: Novel Excerpt — Samuel Ligon
- Ever-Present Loss: Review of Among the Dead and Dreaming by Samuel Ligon—Dawn Raffel
- Boy Turns into a Yam: Short Story — Laura Fine-Morrison
- Uimhir a Cúig | Trust in Me: Fiction — Mia Gallagher
- The Relic of an Instant: Art — Mark Reamy
Vol. VIII, No. 2, February 2017
- Numéro Cinq at the Movies: Scott Cudmore’s film for Wintersleep’s “Amerika,” introduced by Sophie Lavoie
- Something Survives | Review of The Némirovsky Question by Susan Rubin Suleiman — Laura Michele Diener
- Evening Primrose: Poems — Allan Cooper
- Sealocked: Essay — Erika Mihálycsa
- Veritas: Short Story — Mark Jay Mirsky
- Sonnet’s Shakespeare: Poems — Sonnet L’Abbé
- Beyond the Blurb: On Critics and Criticism | Excerpt — Daniel Green
- A Pirate Critic | Review of Beyond the Blurb by Daniel Green — Jeff Bursey
- Uimhir a Cúig | Life Erupting: Excerpt from Four — Billy Mills
- Small Creatures: Fiction — Abigail Allen
- Threads from the Calais Refugee Crisis | Graphic Essay — Kate Evans
- I am with you in genocide | Poems — Sarah Scout
- The Boy and the Dog: Fiction — Jamaluddin Aram
- Coming: Excerpt — Jean-Luc Nancy with Adèle Van Reeth
- Do We Give A Fuck About Fucking Anymore? | Review of Coming by Jean-Luc Nancy — Melissa Considine Beck
- Numero Cinco | Attached to Silence: Poems — Ingrid Valencia
- Dystopian Utopias: Case Studies — Julie Trimingham
- Divinity in the Sunlight | Paintings — Ramón Alejandro