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Silvia Moreno-Garcia, Orrin Grey: Fungi (Hardcover, 2012, Innsmouth Free Press) No rating

Fungi

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Entertaining anthology of fungi-related short stories often (but not always) with a horror-bent.

My favourites (with particulary outstanding shorts marked as †)

  • Last Bloom on the Sage by Andrew Penn Romine
  • The Pilgrims of Parthen† by Kristopher Reisz
  • Kum, Raúl (The Unknown Terror) by Steve Berman
  • Tubby McMungus, Fat From Fungus† by Molly Tanzer and Jesse Bullington
  • Wild Mushrooms† by Jane Hertenstein
  • Where Dead Men Go to Dream by A.C. Wise
  • Dust From a Dark Flower† by Daniel Mills
  • A Monster in the Midst by Julio Toro San Martin
  • The Pearl in the Oyster and the Oyster under Glass† by Lisa M. Bradley
  • Letters to a Fungus by Polenth Blake
  • The Shaft Through The Middle of It All by Nick Mamatas
Gabrielle Zevin: Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow (2022, Penguin Random House)

On a bitter-cold day, in the December of his junior year at Harvard, Sam Masur …

to morrow

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structurally flexible. engaging characters. lightly nostalgic (but not too much!). devoured in 4 days: it was enjoyable!

it was sad, at times. i think i enjoyed all characters? except for probably dov. the rendition of relationships over such a span of time is something i don't recall ever reading. the internal monologues and renditions of conflicts from different points of view were something special, i feel

reviewed Kallocain by Karin Boye

Karin Boye: Kallocain (Swedish language, 1941, Trut Publishing)

Swedish cousin of Brave New World, authored by a lesbian poet in 1940s Sweden

finished reading kallocain during lunch, it has such luscious sentences

it feels like a poem wearing the guise of a novel. the first time i tried to read it, i read like i would any other novel. but for me, it only revealed itself, and was frankly only understandable, when taking the pace down a few notches

i don't know what translation keeps the dreamy poetry of its sentences intact; you could always learn swedish