When I started reading Yuri Herrera’s 2013 novel, I wasn’t trying to read another pandemic book. The pandemic has fatigued me more and more lately. The isolation, the death counts sent to my phone every morning, the anxiety of unwittingly spreading the virus in the grocery store and killing someone.
In Yuri Herrera’s 2009 novel, borders can be impenetrable surfaces, and language can open doors that can’t so easily be locked back.
It’s one thing to effect permeable borders, quite another to insist on violable bodies to constitute the border’s apertures.
From Bookslut’s last issue to the important role poetry and music play in each other’s lives, here’s a look at the latest literary news: In March, founder of Bookslut Jessica Crispin announced she’d be stopping publication of the website, which she’s been running since 2002. She recently sat down with Vulture and discussed how the site started,…
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