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MY BITTER LOVE by John Oliver Hodges
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NAVIGATION BY SPOONLIGHT by David Poplar
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CATHEDRAL by Kieran Duddy
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THE WASPS AND THE QUEEN by Sarah Van Name
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ADVENTURES IN GYM CLASS by Hannah White
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HONEY by Carlo Matos
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CANDYLAND by DC Lambert
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A NICE PLACE TO VISIT by Lindsay Miller
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WHAT THE STARS ARE SAYING by Olivia 子琁 Tun
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DO NOT USE QUOTATION MARKS TO INDICATE IRONY by Anthony Wallace
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LEAVES OF GRASS APP UPDATE by Jim O’Loughlin
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IT’S NOT A CONTEST by William Winfield Wright
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CONVERSATIONS OVERHEARD IN A BOWLING ALLEY WHEN THERE IS A CITY WIDE POWER OUTAGE by Jennifer Faylor
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ON THE MIRACLE MILE by Andrea Jarrell
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THE BIOLOGICAL NEED TO ADAPT by Lily Brent
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HIDE-AND-SEEK by Alex Schmidt
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THE RUNNER by Jane Sussman
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TWO POEMS by Paul Siegell
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THIS by Chavisa Woods
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THE IMMACULATE SADNESS OF PETER J. BEECH by Dan Micklethwaite
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SOMEWHERE, A HONEYBEE by Andrew Browers
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LEAP YEAR BABY by Desiree Wilkins
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THE LONG GREEN STRETCH, THE TALL TREES, THE CLOUDS SHAPED LIKE STARS by Benjamin Woodard
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ALL THIS by Stephanie Papa
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LINEY’S SENSE OF IT by Ashlee Paxton-Turner
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SACK OF SCARABS and MOMENTS IN THE TREES by Nicole Greaves
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THE GROUND BENEATH MY FEET by Morgan Gilbreath
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AMERICA by Michael Nagel
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QUITTER TAKES ALL by Maggie Light
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GHOST STORY by Lydia Pudzianowski
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AMERICAN ARCADIA by Filip Noterdaeme
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REMNANTS by Julia Hogan
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PESANTE CON MOTO/ALLEGRO BARBARO by S. I. Adams
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BOBBY FEAR by Bonnie Altucher
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ON (AND OFF) CONSISTENCY by J. Michael Mumme
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QUINTESSENCE by Lauren Guza Brown
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PUZZLING and BREATHING ROOM by Mercedes Lawry
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THE AVERSIVE CLAUSE by B.C. Edwards reviewed by Shinelle L. Espaillat
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CALLING DR LAURA By Nicole J Georges reviewed by Amelia Moulis
CALLING DR LAURA
By Nicole J Georges
Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 260 pages
reviewed by Amelia Moulis
Nicole J Georges’ Calling Dr Laura, is an acerbic and intelligent addition to the graphic memoirs of 2013. It catalogues Georges’ troubled upbringing and her subsequent quest for love and stability in her relationships, and indeed her life at large. Georges enters this story through her first girlfriend, who takes Georges to a psychic, inadvertently uncovering a deep family secret: the psychic insists that Georges’ father – whom she was told died of colon cancer when she was a baby – is in fact alive. Although this is the ‘hook’ of the story, it is important to emphasize that this is actually not the driving force behind the storyline. It takes many years for Georges to share this information with anyone, let alone confront her mom about it. In the meantime, Georges meanders between cross-sections of her mom’s abusive relationships, the string of ‘father figures’ shaping her upbringing, Georges’ own inability to process stress and emotion, her struggle to establish a family, and the faulty dynamics of her lesbian relationships. But underneath this is the constant tension of when, or if, Georges can confront her mother about her sexuality and the circumstances of her father’s absence from her life.
HANDLING THE TRUTH: ON THE WRITING OF MEMOIR by Beth Kephart reviewed by Stephanie Trott
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CARTOON COLLEGE by Josh Melrod and Tara Wray reviewed by Amy Victoria Blakemore
CARTOON COLLEGE (video documentary)
by Josh Melrod and Tara Wray
L. B. Thunderpony Home Entertainment, 76 minutes
reviewed by Amy Victoria Blakemore
Within moments of its bare opening, I already liked Cartoon College. When I reached chapter three of the documentary—which dubbed comics “better than sandwiches”—I knew that I loved it.
Josh Melrod and Tara Wray keep the first shot simple: the camera shows a man’s back as he rummages through old drawings. We are not coddled by music meant to make us feel happy-go-lucky or sentimental. This meditative simplicity populates the entire film, allowing viewers what feels like a filmic rarity: the ability to listen to a human voice with only that voice for guidance.
THE LOVE AFFAIRS OF NATHANIEL P. by Adelle Waldman reviewed by Nathaniel Popkin
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SCRATCH PEGASUS by Stephen Kessler reviewed by Kenna O’Rourke
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SO LONG, SILVER SCREEN by Blutch reviewed by Gabriel Chazan
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RECALCULATING by Charles Bernstein reviewed by Mary Weston
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THE MEHLIS REPORT by Rabee Jaber reviewed by Nathaniel Popkin
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DAVID LYNCH SWERVES by Martha P. Nochimson reviewed by Chris Ludovici
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THE HARE by César Aira | reviewed by Nathaniel Popkin
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RUST BELT RISING ALMANAC, Vol. 1 reviewed by Ariel Diliberto
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