“I’m trans,” I told a friend on the steps outside, after one of those dazzling nights.
Rooney is the best young novelist in years.
“Freedom is never free. Anyone who has struggled to be free knows how much it costs.”
There’s a shift from the first person to the third, but the pastiche quality never lifts.
Sarah Schulman's book concludes that learning from conflict can be done, though this may mean redefining safe spaces.
“A monster is a fear assuming a form” is a pretty neat definition with which to embark on a whizzy cultural history of fiends and ghouls in the contemporary imagination.
Estuary: Out from London to the Sea takes the reader on a journey through a space that can be lethal – or beautifully free.
Megan Bradbury's novel of derelict New York of the 1970s was generative even as it was falling apart, inspiring artists of all stripes.
Bowie never stopped collaborating, never stopped travelling between media, walking through walls with a light-footedness that few have ever matched.
At the core of Chris Kraus' I Love Dick is the question: what does it mean to be an intelligent and ambitious woman in a world of men?
