Reviews

Mariana Enriquez’s The Dangers of Smoking in Bed joins the ranks of magic realism's finest short story writers with a group of off-kilter tales enlivened by captivating unease.

Sylvie's Love relegates whiteness to its rightful place: This isn't Harlem gentrified by our concepts of unity twenty years into the 21st century.

It will entail secret rooms, padlocked trunks, maternal brutishness, and leather cuffs about the wrists and ankles. It will be psychotic. It is called love. A survey of films where women curiously love other women in lieu of their own mothers.

I grew up during the 80s, in a household so Mexican a statue of Mictlantecuhtli sat on the mantle, and this environment made Hughes’s films matter to us in ways they didn’t for our peers. The movies gave assimilationist lessons, transmitting important cultural information to my brother, sister, and me. We relied on these films to teach us what white Americans expected of us.