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My aim is more modest: To present a conceptual, Marxist, natural-historical vantage upon the emergence of capital.| Cleveland Review of Books
I now realized that for thirty years I'd had an imaginary Pietsch perched on my shoulder, and as I reworked sentences I kept (unconsciously) turning to him and asking, "How about now? Would you take it now?" The post Portrait of the Author in the Age of Conglomeration appeared first on Cleveland Review of Books.| Cleveland Review of Books
Is grief what happens when a preposition flips? The post from “Windower” appeared first on Cleveland Review of Books.| Cleveland Review of Books
Independently enacted experimentation, subversion, transgression, terrorism and reactionary traditionalism. The post Now What?: On Phil Freeman’s “In the Brewing Luminous” and J. Hoberman’s “Everything Is Now” appeared first on Cleveland Review of Books.| Cleveland Review of Books
It was genuinely nice for a while to not feel like a freak. But a decade on, I see myriad consequences of the perception that being a feminist is normative and mainstream. The post Freak Feminism: On Andrea Dworkin appeared first on Cleveland Review of Books.| Cleveland Review of Books
Today my hands have nothing to do. Nothing to cut. It is almost winter again. The post from “Little Neck” appeared first on Cleveland Review of Books.| Cleveland Review of Books
Fantasy must be spun into fiction, which is in fact much closer to reality, with all its constraints, than to fantasy. The post The Writer Paradox: On Gerbrand Bakker’s “The Hairdresser’s Son” appeared first on Cleveland Review of Books.| Cleveland Review of Books
A consequence of the unrepresented turbulent typhoon of capitalism, the inability to steer the present into an imagined future leaves that future up to the whims and whimsies of that storm. The post Remote Controlled: On “Perfection” by Vincenzo Latronico appeared first on Cleveland Review of Books.| Cleveland Review of Books
An error in the game was the realest feature. It formed a foundation. The developers thought how American. How reckless. The post Two Poems appeared first on Cleveland Review of Books.| Cleveland Review of Books
To engage in efforts to reform our pseudo-reality, from El Akkad's point of view, is to play along with a pretense and, in a sense, to validate a sham. He refuses. The post Our Imaginative Desert: On Omar El Akkad’s “One Day…” appeared first on Cleveland Review of Books.| Cleveland Review of Books
My aim is more modest: To present a conceptual, Marxist, natural-historical vantage upon the emergence of capital.| Cleveland Review of Books
McKinley, shot, entombed over in Canton while Garfield, / shot prior, in Cleveland / the statue paid for by women and children / inborder / outborder| Cleveland Review of Books
The Cleveland Review of Books is a magazine that showcases Midwestern writers and concerns alongside, and in dialogue with, writing from around the world.| 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
