Though Chew-Bose manages to make even watching a stranger’s window from a street corner sound like part of the glamour of the city, the aspect of New York that she presents as the most alluring is as a place that has provided fertile ground for the growth of her friendships with the women she’s met here.
Rebecca Schuh reviews Too Much and Not the Mood by Durga Chew-Bose.
Yet at the threshold of what Erik Brynjolfsson and Andrew McAfee have recently called ‘The Second Machine Age’, an age in which ‘smart devices’, ‘the big data revolution’ and ‘networked and artificial intelligence’ are reconfiguring all aspects of the consumerist societies in which they proliferate, the trickery of Prometheus opens us to ways of thinking about technology that resist the intellectually and comfortable position of mobilizing a false opposition between ‘humanity’ and ‘technology’ when looking ahead into our digital future.
An extract from Christopher John Müller‘s new book, Prometheanism: Technology, Digital Culture and Human Obsolescence.
created m ore than
not for notness
New visual poetry by Raif Mansell.
In the long history of nuns there are, of course, extremes, exceptions, firebrands, types, and examples of straight-laced female independence beloved of upper-middle-class girls, for whom nuns function as supplements for those fond daft nannies the rich used to have and remember with kindness – that is, harmless and socially inferior spinsters given to scolding and giggling. There is also Abelard’s Heloise; there is Sister Stanislaus Kennedy, and Mother Theresa. There is “The Land of Spices.” There are the cat-eyed nuns of our convent retreats in adolescence, when we were obliged to spend the day with Sister and a two-bar fire in some scorched-dust-smelling parlour discussing what Jesus meant to us; or, rather, what God meant, since nuns seem to prefer the main event.
By Niamh Campbell.
To illustrate the latter, we have this tired old trope: “Voters swing back and forth not because the parties are so different, but because it’s barely possible to tell them apart”. I worry for the eyesight and political sensibility of anyone who cannot distinguish Corbyn’s Labour from May’s Conservatives, or Clinton’s Democrats from Trump’s Republicans.
John P. Houghton reviews two very different manifestos for the future.
i was really happy with it
well i did get the win
it’s been a loudmouth of work
i was in teasels about it
still there’s no need to get emotional
i got everything i could
a big congratulations to this tearaway
it’s not that easy to go straight
New poetry by Paul Hawkins.
The reason we can’t attain the highest level of knowledge while incarnate is that we can’t then wholly escape the influence of the body (and so of perception and of certain desires that take us away from thinking properly); and that prevents us from understanding fully what forms are, which one must do in order to have the highest level of knowledge, which in the Phaedo he calls phronesis (wisdom). However, we can train ourselves, while incarnate, to distance ourselves from the body enough to be able to acquire some knowledge.
Continuing the End Times series, Richard Marshall interviews Gail Judith Fine.
The most captivating thing in this book is Helen’s bizarre mannerisms: her instinct to laugh unapologetically during the novel’s more somber moments, her ability to say the exact wrong thing in every situation, or the imaginary “European Man” she sees floating in the ambience of her most emotional moments. Just what exactly is up with her?
M.K. Rainey reviews Sorry to Disturb the Peace by Patty Yumi Cottrell.
We stood and we moved and we stopped at a point. You stood and you moved. I stopped at a point. I mention this to you meaning what? I received your postcard from Northern Ireland. Your dispatch from Indianapolis. The book you sent me (Wittgensteins Neffe) from Austria. The parcel delivered from Prague. Stop. I’m about my pages again. It’s been years since I’ve been about my pages again.
Fiction by David McLendon.
Daniel Magariel’s accomplished debut novel begins with two boys – the narrator and his brother – conspiring with their father to shop their mother to social services with fabricated allegations of physical and sexual violence. The father wins custody and the three of them start a new life together in New Mexico. Though the brothers are well aware of his eccentricity – they joke about him behind his back, mocking the solemn machismo of his corny pep-talks – they are nevertheless hopelessly in his thrall.
Houman Barekat reviews One of the Boys by Daniel Magariel.