Tandeta: Kill Author, Bishop, Johnson, Twain, Self
Ceci n’est pas un roman
It sometimes feels like the ‘stories’ in Michael Peverett’s The Littlest Feeling have something of an identity crisis. While most of them are one way or another invested in the act of narration, and while they are usually furnished with fictional conventions such as a sense of character, narrative voice, dialogue, an appeal to the reader’s imagination et cetera, they also display many characteristics more in-tune with the conventions of prose-poetry: lack of consistent perspective, their tendency to circulate around linguistic quirks and kinks, and in particular their unfinished, inconclusive quality. Caught in between the two genres, Peverett’s stories stretch and tug at both definitions, continually challenging assumptions about what makes a story a story or a poem a poem.
Colin Herd reviews Michael Peverett‘s The Littlest Feeling.