Criticism

i feel like every single thing i did before reclaiming my title as a diarist was a serious injury to what i want to do as a writer. line breaks were broken bones slowing me down from grabbing the big belt which for me are volumes of anti-novels, serial essays, and notes.

This Pope is new to the Internet and Facebook. In particular, he doesn’t understand the ‘likes’ and ‘shares’ on a Facebook page.

But the novel isn't black-and-white trauma porn. Zavala didn't limit himself to a monochromatic color pallet, nope. He painted a massive, intricate masterpiece exploring the mind of psychopathic politicians...

There are online groups where black genre writers from around the world discuss, among many things, the prevalence of black fantasy, science fiction, and horror fiction in popular culture today.

Experience with the Mexican people, while done in Spanish in most cases, was relegated to cab drivers, hotel personnel, and restaurant employees. These were never unpleasant moments, which in itself made the Pontiff self-conscious and a shade uncomfortable.

If there’s no evidence or memory, did something happen? And I don’t just mean whether a tree falls or not but entire ‘historic’ civilizations. And what is time? Can it stand still, or stand at all? Can space or time exist without each other?

Words and music are always with us, whether we’re conscious of them or not, and we can take their presence and their abilities for granted. In Dreaming to a Click, Steve and Chris throw open the doors and windows of the complex where music lives.

The Sardine is getting impatient. Dexter’s right. Are they real persons or not? Are they viable entities outside their given settings? Now the Pope saunters in and throws the discussion off the tracks.

The mix of the mythic—too many references to mention—with the contemporary political is subtle, creative and powerful: there’s truth and omens, options and uncontrollables.

There’s someone out there we’re based on. We learned that from the first Sardine book. Just like Dexter’s based on someone who probably worked at an Ecclesiastical Vestment shop.