In a 1988 interview for the LA Times, self-taught artist Reverend Howard Finster explained his creative predicament …
Let’s begin with death. “Let’s say that in the course of all human experience, death is pure conjecture: it is, as such, not an experience. And all that which is not an experience is useless to mankind.” The speaker here is Ledesma, one of a cadre of lovelorn, thoroughly chauvinistic doctors up to no good at a sanatorium just outside Buenos Aires.
The novelist’s latest imagines an apocalypse that feels all too likely.
The pleasures of literary play in the writer’s final novel.
The imagined city from Gladman’s Ravicka series is as elusive as human self-hood.
A rediscovered novel and memoir depict a character we are lucky to have on the page. In life he would mortify us.
The title of Claire Vaye Watkins’s first novel, Gold Fame Citrus, names just three of California’s historic exports. It’s a list to which, just for fun, we might add surfing, In-N-Out Burger, health fads, The Doors, cults, and—at least lately—post-apocalyptic novels.