I finished Richard Cavendish's The Black Arts this week. Not in the heroic readerly sense of having sat down and consumed it cleanly from first page to last, pencil in hand, scholar's lamp burning into the night. I have been reading it on and off for a few months. Picking it up, putting it down,...
A review of Jake Beka's sophomore poetry chapbook SINKHOLE—eleven poems across four continents and three generations, tracing patrilineal damage as a force that reshapes geography, contaminates water tables, and follows you across borders. A chapbook with genuine cosmological ambition that succeeds everywhere it refuses comfort.
It has been some time since I’ve read The Da Vinci Code and Angels and Daemons by the American author Dan Brown. I read those two thrillers when I was in high school and I remember the writing as thrilling, exciting and also interesting, especially because of many benevolent references to art, culture, and history. I haven’t yet been to Paris, so The Da Vinci Code only incised my interest in travelling to France. Nevertheless, some years have passed, I’ve watched the movie adaptations of Angels ...