Hunts in Dreams
I can’t recommend Tom Drury’s Hunts In Dreams strongly enough. If I carved “READ TOM DRURY” into granite slabs, a ton for each letter, and dropped the lot on your front lawn, I wouldn’t be recommending it strongly enough. If I threatened to have your insides chewed out by rats if you didn’t run out, buy a copy and read it today, I wouldn’t be recommending it strongly enough. If I gave you my kidney for reading it, I wouldn’t be recommending it strongly enough. Honestly. Just go and read it. Don’t even bother with this review. Go on. What are you waiting for? In case you are still here – although you shouldn’t be, and I’m very disappointed in you – I’ll attempt a few more words of persuasion.
Sam Jordison reviews Tom Drury‘s Hunts in Dreams.
Soap Idol
“At night, I watch for the slick yolks of her eyes bulging from the corner and mimic them now as I lie on my own floor still webbed by the black threads of her hair. I can no longer be sure what is true or how long I have lived here, my toes tangled by the knotted ropes I could once reassure myself with certainty that I had never intentionally swallowed.”
New fiction by Jacque Staub, with art by Sophie Herxheimer.