What we mean by “the Past”: a series of moral mistakes that we will now correct. But might that be a moral mistake?
Alistair Danning, An Anecdotal History of Radicalism.
“Actually, Constance, it is fascinating to find out about myself through your words.”
Rubina Malcolm, The Black Box.
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Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
Everett’s memories stood as a form of punishment. The way it should be.
Ruth Ledgerwood, Death By Logic.
Some contemporary artists are trying to make work that is awful. Deliberately awful. As though it would be the good kind of awful.
Dennis W. Sylvester, Confessions of a Moon Man.
A little girl’s pink T-shirt has a glitter cartoon of a butterfly on the front. As always: Is this celebration of nature or mockery?
Mortimer Sapulpa, Circus Giganticus.
When we reject the proposition of inherent value (or inherent truth), irony is all that remains. So, as though a fluid, irony fills the pore spaces of modern fiction.
Algernon Webb, A Speculative Autobiography.
Dangerous words: “Oh, that’s close enough. Isn’t it?”
Chet Sargento, Cuisine As Surface.
Contemporary art is just advertising. Each instance—each piece—carries the same advertising message: “Contemporary Art!”
Theodore Gaddis, The And Time.
Edgar was toiling away on his next book. The working title was On Artistic Integrity. We all anticipated a rather short tome.
Stephanie Biggers, Cat Farming in Nigeria.
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