Articles by Anne K. Yoder
March 10, 2011
The Faster Times offers up a new dialogue from dynamic duo Jon Cotner & Andy Fitch’s “Conversations over Stolen Food,” which seamlessly segues from Astroglide and Fung Wah buses to Alaskan Brown Bears, and includes a run-in with New York Park Patrol. Images by Paper Monument editor Dushko Petrovich are added eye candy.
March 3, 2011
If you’re in New York this weekend, join Belladonna* and Kundiman for a celebration of what would have been the 60th birthday of Theresa Hak Kyung Cha (a full life cycle event in the Chinese/Korean lunar calendar). Nine poets, including Cathy Park Hong, Myung Mi Kim, Sina Queyras, and Anne Waldman, will perform a staged reading from […]
February 18, 2011
Potential is a dreamer’s word, an ideal state that may never be. Perhaps that’s what makes it a writer’s word.
February 1, 2011
Deb Olin Unferth’s memoir Revolution: The Year I Fell in Love and Went to Join the War hits shelves today. To celebrate the genre, she’s curated a special section in this month’s Guernica, with selections by Joshua Cohen and Rozalia Jovanovic, and forthcoming pieces by Porochista Khakpour and Clancy Martin.
January 31, 2011
Wojnarowicz was deeply aware of the trajectory he shared with the youthful and precocious Rimbaud.
December 21, 2010
Emily Gould champions Barbara Comyns‘s overlooked novels at The Awl. One more deserving mention: Comyns’s haunting Who Was Changed and Who Was Dead.
December 19, 2010
This year I fell for books that were pithy and petite.
December 14, 2010
At BOMB, Danielle Dutton speaks with me about her new press Dorothy, a publishing project, which just published two books you’ll want to add to your wish list, Renee Gladman‘s Event Factory and Barbara Comyns‘ Who Was Changed and Who Was Dead.
December 2, 2010
“I was also deeply protective of my father, who at the time of my reading was struggling with illness and other demons. Yet I saw painfully how he could also be a figure of fun. It dawned on me that Cal, supposedly a great friend, might be mocking him—even just by writing about his mockery […]
November 19, 2010
“Sitting there in my thrift-store jacket and boa with my legs spread, I was a study in cubism: lips mouthing well-bred earnest truisms about postcolonial theory, hand guiding their hand up under my skirt, it was, on a deep level, hilarious.” Chris Kraus writes about working New York’s topless hustle bars at n+1.