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I saw myself as a soccer star playing on the national team. The post from “I Found Myself . . . The Last Dreams” appeared first on Cleveland Review of Books.| Cleveland Review of Books
American cinema is nothing short of the dramatization of the desires and fears of an entire people. The post The Desired Image: On Dramaturgy of the Western appeared first on Cleveland Review of Books.| Cleveland Review of Books
It's as though the force behind the dream which then becomes a poem is not me, and if certain details seem autobiographical, that's just incidental. The post Dream Transcriptions: An Interview with Stephanie Yue Duhem appeared first on Cleveland Review of Books.| Cleveland Review of Books
Animatronic eagle, which for some reason hooted, did its hooting in the listening dark. The post Are People Out There appeared first on Cleveland Review of Books.| Cleveland Review of Books
We all possess the capacity to become digital Schererazades, spinning tales of distraction so that morning will not come. The post Inside Out: On Lara Mimosa Montes’s “The Time of the Novel” appeared first on Cleveland Review of Books.| Cleveland Review of Books
If you have one hour and you write for that whole hour, suddenly there is a book or at least part of a book, and when you have part of a book, you can always finish it. The post It’s Like Drawing a Map: An Interview with Lydia Sandgren appeared first on Cleveland Review of Books.| Cleveland Review of Books
You're a man now, I'm your blanket. The post The Mountain Near the River of Light appeared first on Cleveland Review of Books.| Cleveland Review of Books
It is a strength and a weakness of "The Möbius Book" that Lacey offers connections between all these bad forms of knowing, every futile side of wished-for omniscience. The post The No-Sided Confessor: On Catherine Lacey’s “The Möbius Book” appeared first on Cleveland Review of Books.| Cleveland Review of Books
Series of pits and mounds at the construction site; destruction synchronous with progression. The post from “In the Realm of Motes” appeared first on Cleveland Review of Books.| Cleveland Review of Books
Zeavin’s book tracks the various ways that American mothers have been pathologized as “more” or “less” than the measured standard as prescribed by the psy-ences. And in doing so, she questions why the “total” or “pure” mother should be the standard at all.| Cleveland Review of Books
Perhaps what will have been most precious in this corpus—and the experiences it continues to grant those who encounter it—are the intimations of cosmic connection tending toward a truly new and radical political mysticism still to come.| Cleveland Review of Books
There is a humiliation to witnessing horrendous acts rationalized through structures of time and power. World literature is positioned as a means of resolving that problem, yet under this mode of readership it helps us circumvent the problem instead.| Cleveland Review of Books
As the overriding sentiment in the book intimates, the book turns out to be nothing but a ceremony of her survival, for as she keeps reminding us, “ceremony is survival, [and] survival is joy.”| Cleveland Review of Books
Ratliff’s writing itself can be hard to catch up with, but for those who stay with him, the rewards are substantial––not unlike the natural high at the end of a run.| Cleveland Review of Books
On the Clock seems to transplant this sort of late modernist style from the airy realm of the nouveau roman to the world of low-wage labor.| Cleveland Review of Books
"If Only" valuably illustrates how devastatingly rapidly life goes by for someone living so deep in the world of poetry.| Cleveland Review of Books
Since a certain amount of funding is potentially coming from grants, donors, and (hopefully) the press’s Board of Directors, there are more variables to consider.| Cleveland Review of Books