In our afternoon reading: thoughts on Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah’s new book, poetry by Wayne Koestenbaum, and more.
Morning Bites: Bud Smith Interviewed, “Near Dark” Revisited, Simon Bisley on Comics, and More
In our morning reading: an interview with Bud Smith, talking comics with Simon Bisley, and more.
Morning Bites: Bud Smith’s Latest, Diksha Basu Nonfiction, Natalka Burian’s Recommendations, and More
In our morning reading: delving into Bud Smith’s new novel, Natalka Burian’s book recommendations, and more.
Morning Bites: Gretchen Felker-Martin’s Dystopia, Bud Smith’s Latest, Revisiting Sayaka Murata, and More
In our morning reading: thoughts on books by Gretchen Felker-Martin and Bud Smith, exploring Joan Shelley’s latest album, and more.
Weekend Bites: Diane Williams Fiction, Joe Rainey on Music, Bud Smith Interviewed, and More
In our weekend reading: stories by Diane Williams, an interview with Bud Smith, and more.
Afternoon Bites: Marie Myung-Ok Lee Interviewed, Benjamin Myers’s Playlist, Bud Smith on “Teenager,” and More
In our afternoon reading: interviews with Marie Myung-Ok Lee and Bud Smith, horror fiction for the summer, and more.
Weekend Bites: Bud Smith and Rae Buleri Interviewed, Ishmael Reed Revisited, Revisiting Atticus Lish, and More
In our weekend reading: talking with Bud Smith and Rae Buleri, thoughts on the writings of Ishmael Reed, and more.
We’ll Both Go Down Together: A Review of “Teenager” by Bud Smith
Are we looking for the absolute truth of love or the absolute feeling of it? Or is the question better put: is love whatever best suits our personal needs, or is love ineffable? In Bud Smith’s novel, Teenager, one can imagine it as a light flickering past the darkness in our lives. The main character, Kody, would likely say that he was too dim to comprehend the deep meaning of such things. After all, he is a teenager and can only know what he has already seen and what he imagines. What he has seen is a bleak mixture of foster homes, a hellish high school, juvenile hall, and then Teal. To the world, she was Tella Carticelli, but to him, she was his LIGHT flickering past his darkness. She was his “Teal Cartwheels” and no obstacle or sense of reality could keep him from her. Or her from him.