Parenthetical

This is the most beautiful piece of art I’ve seen in a long time: Tyree Callahan’s chromatic typewriter. Unfortunately there doesn’t seem to be a video, so I can’t see how it works. The sense I get is that it didn’t type the watercolor in the picture. But even so, the whole thing reminds me [...]

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Aren’t Guy Laramee’s sculptures beautiful? As usual, I found his artist’s statement to be almost impenetrably pretentious, but I do love the idea of books — the representation of knowledge, particularly older knowledge — eroding into ancient landscapes.

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A friend just shared with me the art of Thomas Doyle, which I share with you because every sculpture I click on has me writing a new twisted YA post-apocalyptic/dystopian novel in my head. For instance, this. Or oh god, this. Sometimes they’re zombie novels. Yeesh.

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Naomi and her little brother Owen are content living with their great-grandmother in a trailer park — Naomi carves soap into animal shapes, hangs out with the (clearly flaming, even though the text doesn’t say so explicitly) librarian at school, and watches Wheel of Fortune every night with Gram and her best friend Fabiola. But [...]

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(Janes in Love is the nominated book, but I went back and read The Plain Janes first, so I’ll review them together. It’s not necessary background, but it certainly helped.) PJ opens with a terrorist bomb going off in Metro City, killing a number of people, and injuring more — including Jane. She’s fine, but [...]

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Emi was always kind of a geek by default, but this summer her geeky friends have headed off to a “young executives retreat.” Emi decides that’s not her scene, so she’s stuck at home in the Toronto ‘burbs, baby-sitting for her American neighbors, the Cutheberts. (The dad is big and blond; his grin is too [...]

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