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Contemporaries Essays
Introduction: Tan Lin
For a writer so often associated with an aesthetics of boredom, Tan Lin has been a source of unusual excitement in experimental literature for the last three decades.1 Perhaps this…
PART 23. THE MEAD BIBLIOGRAPHIC CODA III
A newspaper obituary, like an instamatic camera and perhaps the future perfect tense, is one of many mediums or documents that intersects with adulthood and which is collectively responsible for…
Palestine/Israel and the Dynamics of Suspicion
*Note: I conceived of this article and wrote much of it prior to October 7th, 2023. It’s reasonable to contend that cultural repression is not the most urgent matter in…
The Family Plot: Suspicion, Conspiracy, and the “Shadow Pandemic”
In the spring of 2020, as COVID-19 lockdowns began for the foreseeable future, it felt quite obvious that, among a myriad of emergent crises, domestic abuse was suddenly surging. It was…
Real Women
Supposing that Truth is a woman — what then? —Friedrich Nietzsche, preface to Beyond Good and Evil “Are you really being truthful, Grandmamma? Really and truly truthful?” —Roald Dahl, The…
Looking at the “Infra” of Infrastructure
Suspicion circulates freely throughout Lydia Millet’s fiction. In the middle of her 2011 environmental-quasi-detective-novel Ghost Lights, the narrator explains that Hal, the protagonist, was “finding it hard to relinquish his…
Suspicion, As Seen on TV
On August 23, 2000, in the finale of the first season of Survivor, as over 51 million people1 watched, Wisconsin truck driver Sue Hawk cemented herself in reality television history…
Introduction
The other day I watched the neo-noir movie Angel Heart (dir. Alan Parker, 1987) starring Robert De Niro as a character named Louis Cyphre and Mickey Rourke as a hard-living…
On Lipstick Lesbians, Feminine Suffering, and Aspirational Idiocy
When I was sixteen, I only wanted one thing: to be fucking sexy. I did not achieve this. It was 2013, and I was just a suburban teen, wearing a…