Articles by Ben Hamilton
June 11, 2012
Capital is a novel in almost entirely discrete segments and many of the characters never have cause to meet. Their parallel lives are tied together by a subplot that starts with mysterious postcards being found on the doormats of every resident. On one side a picture of their house, on the other an ominous message: “We Want What You Have.”
February 2, 2012
No one I have read has managed to make the anticipation of a cocaine injection sound as cosy but also as infinitely depressing.
October 4, 2011
The calamities of John Fante’s career are well known and threaten to overtake his fiction as the most important element of his life.
April 22, 2011
Porter had a united vision of the arts, switching in his conversation between literature, music and painting on a whim, but talking about each discipline with equal authority and interest. And then I read his poetry.
November 30, 2010
The juxtaposition of traditional poetry and hip hop is spiky and uncomfortable, to say the least.
October 14, 2010
How many authors do we read who really seem to start from scratch every time, to wrench the book from within, ignorant of the market, uninfluenced by the clichés of contemporary literature?