The dead can’t seek justice in court, but they have other ways.
“Let the Dead Sleep: On Alien Romulus and Digital Resurrection”, Matt Zoller Seitz for RogerEbert.com
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The best time to see the orb is at midnight on moonless nights, when it sets the white rocks of Plaza Blanca aglow with its pale, pulsing radiance.
“The White Place”, Lena Valencia in Mystery Lights
Lena was one of my roommates in the long-rotating cast of Craigslist roommates when I first moved to New York. She started her fiction MFA maybe two years into us being roommates, then moved in with her boyfriend who lived in the neighborhood. It’s very cool to now own her first collection of short stories, which are prickly and vibrant and sometimes haunted.
The only clues to Marks’s work are a jar of sugar containing small lumps of ambergris (whale vomit, basically, once a prized perfumer’s ingredient), a wooden cabinet stuffed with curios such as antique jelly moulds, and a 3D replica of her nose.
“‘There’s otter poo, dragon poo …’ The woman who can make you smell everything, from hell to your grandparents”, Emine Saner for The Guardian
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It turned out Jeremy’s idea of a social outing was to drive me to Highgate cemetery and proudly show me the tomb of Karl Marx.
A Woman Like Me, Diane Abbott, excerpted at The Guardian
Who among us hasn’t tried to impress a girl by taking her to see Karl Marx’s tomb, I ask you.
But if you want to see a chimp doing coke with Oasis, or getting a fateful hand job in front of manager Nigel Martin Smith (Damon Herriman), this is your movie.
Review of Better Man, Peter Debruge in Variety