V.23 No.8 | 2/20/2014
Double Negative, Ivan Vladislavic’s fourth novel, accounts for chunks of time in the life of Neville Lister, an anti-war, anti-apartheid, consummate college dropout living with his parents in '80s Johannesburg.
V.22 No.41 | 10/10/2013
Overexposed Polyamorous Photographer
At first, the ménage à trois is a mutually satisfying arrangement. But ...
V.22 No.40 | 10/3/2013
Memory is a Fickle Companion
The memories of narrator Liz Crane, a 40-year-old entomologist, form the basis of a richly woven story of several generations.
V.22 No.39 | 9/26/2013
It All Starts and Ends and Starts Again
The Lowland, Jhumpha Lahiri’s first novel in ten years, continually plays with the question of origin.
Found in Translation
Spain’s Great Untranslated is a new anthology that deals with issues as disparate as terrorism, love, grief and addiction, styles range from the darkly comic to the starkly tragic.
Spain's Great Untranslated
V.22 No.36 | 9/5/2013
Gold and Souls
A novel of the bloody events that followed the arrival of Coronado’s advance expedition as it barreled through the Southwest.
Winter of the Metal People
V.22 No.35 | 8/29/2013
Drifting Toward the Surface
Jacqueline walks the beautiful beaches of the Aegean Sea every day, watching tourists sunbathe, but she also battles constant hunger and a horrific past.
A Marker to Measure Drift
V.22 No.23 | 6/6/2013
He’s got character, enigmatically simple and dance dance la revolución
He’s got characterGet an art-smart jump on your week with Culture Shock. Khaled Hosseini reads, clay artist Andrew Van Assche’s new show opens and Festival Flamenco Internacional dances onstage.
V.20 No.30 | 7/28/2011
Romancing the Novel
My snootiness was in full flower as I drove to the Esther Bone Memorial Library in Rio Rancho. I was on my way to a panel discussion featuring three New Mexico-based romance writers: Celeste Bradley, Doranna Durgin and Alice Duncan. It didn’t help that I was stressing out about being late to something I’d already decided wouldn’t teach me anything. They’re not for serious people, I thought. They aren’t real books. I pulled into the parking lot and hurried into the building. Although full of preconceptions, I secretly harbored a small flame of hope that someone would redeem the genre for me.
Confessions of a Genre VirginFrom shirtless cowboys to eighteenth-century courtesans, the Alibi gets down and dirty with the scintillating world of romance novels. And yeah, it’s our first time.