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Joseph Brooker on Lloyd Cole & The Leopards

Joseph Brooker on Lloyd Cole & The Leopards Lloyd Cole is playing Brooklyn Bowl. He once lived in New York but I don’t think this will remind him of his former home: it’s a bowling alley inside the o2 Arena. He tells us it feels

Anthony Bale on Chris Kraus, I Love Dick

Anthony Bale on Chris Kraus, I Love Dick ‘Men still do ruin women’s lives’. Chris Kraus, I Love Dick Over the summer holidays I try to read books I’ve been meaning to read for a while. This year was no exception; I had been meaning

Isabel Davis on Jang Jin-sung, Dear Leader

Isabel Davis on Jang Jin-sung, Dear Leader Jang Jin-sung’s Dear Leader is an astonishing memoir, translated for the English reader by Shirley Lee. The author is an exiled dissent, now living in South Korea, who spent years as an official writer for the North Korean

Joseph Brooker on Philip K. Dick, A Maze of Death

Joseph Brooker on Philip K. Dick, A Maze of Death The science fiction writer Philip K. Dick (1928-1982) published novels from the mid-1950s to the early 1980s, so A Maze of Death (1970) comes early in the second half of that career. Dick’s fictional universes

Daragh Carville on Michael Hughes, The Countenance Divine

Daragh Carville on Michael Hughes, The Countenance Divine To say that The Countenance Divine, the debut novel by Northern Irish writer Michael Hughes, is ambitious would be an understatement. Taking as its point of departure the story of a computer programmer battling both the Millennium Bug

Martin Eve on William Gaddis’s JR

Martin Eve on William Gaddis’s JR I am currently re-reading William Gaddis‘s monstrous 1975 novel, JR. While this is a book that defies easy plot summary, one of the central strands of the text concerns the eponymous eleven-year-old schoolboy, J. R. Vansant, and his adept manipulation

Roger Luckhurst on Basma Abdel Aziz, The Queue

Roger Luckhurst on Basma Abdel Aziz, The Queue  Dystopian fiction pours off the presses in such volume that the apocalyptic vision has become codified and oddly routine. It’s the end of the world as we know it and we feel fine. But for all the