Commentary

Commentary |

on Lima :: Limón, poems by Natalie Scenters-Zapico

“With an unflinching gaze, Scenters-Zapico depicts a reality for Latinx fronterizas who have endured disappointment, abuse, and femicide in the El Paso-Cuidad Juárez region.”

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on Three Women, nonfiction by Lisa Taddeo

“Part of what makes Three Women so entrancing are the unruly implications of these women’s disparate stories.”

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on The Complaints, poems by W. S. Di Piero

“His poems are marked by a gentle, almost-childlike need to be reassured that, amidst the flux and confusion of being in time, someone — some absent ‘you’ — is listening.”

Fiction |

“The New Priest”

“We had also never heard of a priest having a husband. It is a very new thing for our Church. We are still getting used to it, frankly. We need some time. But we didn’t get any time, because the Search Committee and the Vestry went and foisted this fellow on us.”

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on Stay and Fight, a novel by Madeline Ffitch

Stay and Fight isn’t an activist novel in which the heroic environmentalists beat back the encroaching developers. The landscape is too complicated for that now. But Ffitch also envisions a more compassionate world where people can improve the institutions that are holding fast to an environment-wrecking sensibility.”

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on Beirut Hellfire Society, a novel by Rawi Hage

“As the novel opens, a son is inducted by his father into the Hellfire Society, a clandestine group that arranges the disposition of dead people who have been denied conventional burial.”

Fiction |

from My Mother’s Tears

“… she delivered this sentence that, true or false, desolates, rots the soul: You must always, at every moment, distrust everyone around you … Even your father … And even your mother …”

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on Against Translation by Alan Shapiro

“His fidelity to feelings and insights that cannot be reconciled with each other, his paradoxical equanimity that allows for anger and forgiving anguish, have grown more extensive …”

Fiction |

“The Other Side of the Dock”

“Looking at the sea too long made me nauseated, thinking inevitably of biology classes, of the teacher’s amphibious hands, explaining the cycle of life and of all those fish reproducing themselves so close to me, in a lukewarm salty broth.”