What’s at stake in this novel is the simple happiness of our struggling writer protagonist. Love and work are what she seeks and there’s no “hook” more complicated than human fulfillment in this beaut
Seshadri’s fifth book of poems is wildly idiosyncratic, funny, varied in style. I found his preoccupations similar to Rankine’s in some ways: How do we live in tandem with the violence of the world? H
This book—image, poem, essay— is part of a trilogy including Just Us and Citizen, is less about race and more about mental anguish. What behaviors are called crazy? Which ones merit institutionalized?