Some books are best read in fall, after the smell of salty air and sunscreen has returned to memory, and as you find yourself wondering where exactly summer went.
‘Midwood’ is both intimate and distanced. It offers us access to dreams and erotic experience; it keeps us at a remove through irony and syntactical oddity.
In Ada Calhoun’s ‘Also a Poet,’ writing a biography of Frank O’Hara is really a way of writing an autobiography of Calhoun’s relationship with her father.
Sohrab Ahmari’s latest book attempts to answer fundamental questions. But his foggy appeal to tradition misunderstands its purpose and potential in our lives.
