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Etymology

  • To see a city

    To see a city

    « What if all fictional characters from novels continue to dwell somewhere, just like the dead? » Sewn together, the fragmented narratives of Daniela Hodrová’s City of Torment (Trýznivé město) make something deeply European.

  • Ballad of a Homburg hat

    Ballad of a Homburg hat

    On racial metonymy and the art of misidentification. (Meanwhile: has a glass of beer ever been more crisply and deliciously depicted? Has the froth of a European pilsner ever looked so delectable?)

  • The prodigal half-rooster

    The prodigal half-rooster

    Maggie Nelson’s On Freedom and Lea Ypi’s Free spoke past one another from half a world away. But both ask whether freedoms mean anything if they are not practiced in public, and if they are not passed on — and whether the word « freedom » means anything at all.

  • Why we write

    Why we write

    A letter to George Orwell. « All narrative is hypnotic. Some narratives are more hypnotic than others. Because of you, we can be conscious of the kinds and the workings of the narratives that set out to deaden us, lessen us, make us lie, make us part of the lie. »

  • VOID FILL

    VOID FILL

    On multinational packaging systems, « inflated fictions of transparency », desire and fulfillment.

  • A messy optical process

    A messy optical process

    On orthodoxies & heresies of typography. To serif, or sans-serif?

  • The myth of 1922

    The myth of 1922

    What does modern mean? In Brazil, it often meant an embrace of newness as the possibility of reinvention. In Modernity in Black and White: Art and Image, Race and Identity in Brazil, 1890-1945, Rafael Cardoso unravels the myth of 1922.

  • The final frontier

    The final frontier

    New short fiction from the author of Autumn, Winter, Spring, and Summer. A story about what’s ours and what’s not ours.

  • On the anti-poetry of « crowdfunding campaign »

    On the anti-poetry of « crowdfunding campaign »

    Kickstarting used to be something you did to an engine. To « kickstart » the European Review of Books makes it feel like we’re riding a motorcycle in World War I. But we only want peace!