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\"\"<\/a>Hotel Ortolan by Tom\u00a0Whalen<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

Posted on Dactyl Review<\/a><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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If you choose to read this book, to visit this Hotel, you will find it to be finely crafted by photographer Michel Varisco and writer Tom Whalen into a labyrinth of stairways and passageways of uncertainty, mystery, and intrigue, along which there are scattered bread crumbs, enticements, clues and innuendo that will take you down corridors that you hope will lead to your room. Henry Green described good prose as a \u201cgathering web of insinuations.\u201d Once you check in, whatever past you may have had will become a forgotten dream and then time itself will become inverted, then finally cease to have any meaning at all. Continue reading \u2192<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\"\"<\/a>The Heritage of Smoke by Josip\u00a0Novakovich<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

Posted on VN Alexander<\/a><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

In The Heritage of Smoke<\/em> (Dzanc, 240 pages), a collection of short stories set mainly in 20th century war-wrecked Croatia or Ex-Yugoslavia, Josip Novakovich makes American-born writers, whose plots inevitably turn on sexuality and identity, seem merely whiny and self-obsessed. This masterful storyteller follows ordinary lives in the relatively small, recently-renamed Eastern European country, of which Americans are only vaguely aware, whose diverse cultures and old animosities persist through regime change. Caught between the whims and wars of super power nations and petty dictators, the characters revealed here endure, curse, and try to have fun. Novakovich\u2019s characters tend to be listless, jaded, and stubborn, but they also have a kind of a dignified persistence, like old trees growing in the cracks of mountaintop stone . Continue reading \u2192<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\"\"<\/a>Hard Mother by U R\u00a0Bowie<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n

Posted on VN Alexander<\/a><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

Russia. Russia. Russia. Ever since the Wicked Witch of the West succumbed to the Reality Circus Clown, the popular press has been serving up reconstituted Cold War propaganda, declaring that the Russian \u201cenemy\u201d is brainwashing us through Facebook posts and massaging our malleable minds via sexy Russian public television hostesses. Clapper, former U.S. intel head, went so far as to warn us that all Russians are genetically predisposed<\/em> to lying and meddling.<\/p>\n

Before we learn to love the idea of trying to bomb them into oblivion, let\u2019s consider the question of the Russian Soul. Who are these people? What characteristics do they share, if any, with you and me?<\/p>\n

U. R. Bowie offers his meditation on Russianness in an extraordinary travel log through Ultimia Thule, the farthest point, exploring dreams, lectures and diaries. Hard Mother<\/em> (Ogee Zakamora, 429 pages) is a challenging novel; never boring; persistently humorous, it is organized with staggering complexity, interweaving dreams with fiction with anthropology, flashing forward, back and around. The book cover warns the reader to \u201ckeep both hands on the wheel.\u201d Good advice. Continue reading \u2192<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n