Articles by Lydia Kiesling
June 27, 2012
Sheila Heti took the stage last, and told us that she would be dirty. And how. Reading from her new book about a divorced feminist playwright, Heti selected what can only be the dirtiest bits, an extended sex party between the protagonist and an artist named Israel.
April 27, 2012
Anglophones have a rare opportunity here for a bit of friendly cultural one-upmanship with the French: In a talk last summer, Mungan told the assembled that his French publishers rejected Cities of Women because they wanted to advertise him strictly as a novelist. The introduction of his stories and plays and poems to the market, they told him, would “confuse” the French people.
April 20, 2012
This novel is written so beautifully, so stylishly, and feels so American — with all the muddled greatness and shittiness that descriptor implies — that my decrepit patriotism pricked up its ears like it sometimes does when I read a stunning novel about America, in fine American English.
February 9, 2012
Upon completing A Man of Parts and Girl Land, the new offering from Caitlin Flanagan, I know that our young girls are in extreme peril: if they are not succored by their families, they will wind up in nude animal ecstasy with H.G. Wells.
January 31, 2012
My review of Eowyn Ivey‘s debut novel, The Snow Child, is up at Slate.
January 23, 2012
In a state of temporal foreignness, it is not always easy to read the signs of the previous century.
December 15, 2011
On December 17, Turkish author Yaşar Kemal will be decorated as a Grand Officer of the French Légion d’Honneur. Kemal received the rank of Commander in 1984. Read his contribution to our Year in Reading series here. (Via HaberTürk.)
November 22, 2011
A thoughtful piece of fiction to mark the November 10 anniversary of Atatürk‘s death.
October 31, 2011
Spike Jonze and Olympia Le-Tan collaborate on a short, creepy, bookish sex romp, animated in felt and set in Shakespeare and Company. Via The Dish.
October 19, 2011
On its face, The Marriage Plot appears to be a novel that mentions a lot of novels without talking about any of them. These facile, knowing references disguise the sly ways that this novel engages with its predecessors.