Wow, what a book. Mira Corpora is the kind of book that opens up a world that asks for nothing in return except to reveal something about you, the reader, that you might not have wanted to remember. Here’s an excerpt from the review, published on Tweed’s:
If you can remember, no matter how much we think we have lost, it’s easy to ignore the slow burn of remembering. The past blisters in from either side, blinding us by our faults. It is then that we can see it all for what it is, a bolder sighting of hopeful becoming. Seeing both the dream and the nightmare, the memory may get its chance to become. In its becoming, it may get a second chance to unravel. Until then, the “Jeff Jackson” on the page continues and, ultimately, the book becomes more than a narrative; it becomes the activation of the writer’s need to continue the story via the reader’s choice to read, interpret, and commit its images to memory. The ritual of reading a novel, the intimacy of paper and ink, widened eyes and full concentration, is the perfect synergy of physical and psychological. It is one of our oldest and most important rituals and it’s the one that ultimately turns novel into transcendence, the experience bold and true. Read Mira Corpora. Don’t be afraid. Reread it a second and third time. Ritualize and let it fully reveal itself to you. Its events become the ritual of life on the page.
Click here for the full review.
Looks like the first review for the book is out, and it’s a good one. David Atkinson reviewed the book over at The Coffin Factory. Definitely dig this, and I think it makes for a good pull-quote:
The Laughter of Strangers is Seidlinger’s most surreal and enigmatic work to date […] Identity is a curious creature to begin with, and Seidlinger does odd and marvelous things in making abstract aspects of identity concrete at the same time that he makes concrete aspects of identity abstract.
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The Laughter of Strangers will be available on November 24th from Lazy Fascist Press
I wrote a review of Tao Lin’s latest, Taipei, over at The Coffin Factory. Here’s a snippet from the full review:
Deeply sown into its winding and weaving sentences exists a curious commentary about the state of sociological discourse in the 21st century. There is a feeling that something needs to be done, a person must continually be on the way to and from a diverse range of activities that often act as filler for some nonexistent greater value in a person’s life. But why? Sometimes a piece of literature inevitably answers the question that so many ask but never seek an answer. Taipei peels away the conceit and achieves the almost precarious and impossible act of chronicling how we, as social members of a society, are placed in the constant position of social judgment. Every direction we turn, there are stimuli that demand our attention and participation; more than that, we get the feeling that we, as individuals, are the ones responsible for how well, or how poor, we are able to relate to the stimuli.
If we fail to take part, does that make us somehow inferior?
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