Open Letters Monthly, June 2011

Rune, tune, spoon, monsoon, raccoon. There are a lot of good words that rhyme with June but unfortunately none of them have much to do with the June issue of Open Letters Monthly, which is now out. Still, there may yet be some poetry to be found within…

Steve Donoghue gives us a taste of his erudition, moving from a fine new translation of Shi Naian’s Chinese epic The Water Margin (Outlaws of the Marsh) by J. H. Jackson to an ambitious but disappointing graphic novel, The Marvels Project: Birth of the Superheroes, written by Ed Brubaker and drawn by Steve Epting. [cartoon]

Peter Jurmu looks at two collections of postmodern appropriation and repurposing: Robert Coover’s A Child Again and the William Walsh-edited RE: Telling. [opportune]

Joanna Scutts smacks her lips over Gabrielle Hamilton’s robust Blood, Bones and Butter: The Inadvertent Education of a Reluctant Chef. [Prune]

John Cotter reviews Scott Sparling’s wild ride of a novel, Wire to Wire. [saloon]

Joshua Lustig gives “a little posthumous recognition” to a duo by French modernist Raymond Roussel, Impressions of Africa and New Impressions of Africa. [boon]

Greg Waldmann reads Donald Rumsfeld’s craven Known and Unknown: A Memoir so you don’t have to. [goon]

Irma Heldman looks at Craig Johnson’s noirish tale of Western chivalry, Hell is Empty. [high noon]

Jeff Bursey reviews Michelle Latiolais’ loss-saturated story collection Widow (which has nothing to do with Joyce Carol Oates or Joan Didion, if you were wondering). [too soon]

Ed McFadden weighs in on the transcontinental collective poem—“to be started on the East Coast in the fall and sent poet by poet, state by state, around the country, criss-crossing all fifty states, before arriving at its final destination in California on Robert Hass’s electronic doorstep sometime in the spring”—Crossing State Lines: An American Renga, edited by Bob Holman and Carol Muske-Dukes. [strewn]

Lorraine Martinuik reads Robin Robertson’s primal poetry collection, The Wrecking Light. [full moon]

And from Robin Powlesland, an original poem: when there is more than one there is language. [cocoon]

Max Ross tells the story of the ultimate literary exhumation road trip, a pilgrimage from New York to Austin, Texas to check out the David Foster Wallace archives, complete with sacrificial eyewear (his account easily trumping Jonathan Franzen’s New Yorker voyage to Alejandro Selkirk). [commune]

Lianne Habinek takes a look at Jean-Luc Godard’s “infamously fraught and fractured take” on King Lear. [picayune]

Shannon McCloskey Allain offers a gentle and melancholy piece on the poet and lover of Edna St. Vincent Millay, George H. Dillon. [swoon]

Steve Donoghue continues to cruise through the House of Windsor with the stately Queen Mary. [immune]

Open Letters talks to the man behind this month’s cover, mandala artist Tim Eads. [attune]

And if your lunch hours aren’t stretching out languorously enough, you might remedy that with this month’s OLM quiz, The Longest Days (on which this reader scored surprisingly well, thank you). [good afternoon!]


1 Comment to Open Letters Monthly, June 2011

  1. nbm's Gravatar nbm
    June 5, 2011 at 12:19 pm | Permalink

    Oh, well played, well played, sir! Um, madam.

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