A rediscovered novel and memoir depict a character we are lucky to have on the page. In life he would mortify us.
The doctor wears his pink shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
This is for when you get here. You have to be prepared. Somebody has to warn you.
In this special Editor’s Choice article, BOMB presents, in its entirety, Allan Gurganus’s afterword to his former student’s novel, Notice, which has just been published by Serpent’s Tail, nearly ten years after its completion and two years after the author’s suicide at the age of 40.
In the early hours of December 7, 1990, in his Hell’s Kitchen apartment in New York, the exiled Cuban writer Reinaldo Arenas committed suicide.
Reviewer Rachel Greene considers the implications of separating the artist from the work itself, and speculates on the possibly limited degree to which we are given access to Francesca Woodman’s oeuvre.
He has seen these cliffs before, in picture books. He has seen the wide beaches and the ruined cathedral.
Novelist Michael Cunningham’s The Hours splices together a day in the lives of three women in a stunning tour de force. The author discusses the incongruities of life and the fluidity of literary influence with writer Justin Spring.
“Don’t do that kind of thing to your spine, son,” said his mother. “You’ll only complicate your life … You’ve got to learn how to relax.”