The Weird, the Bleak, the Now: Jeff VanderMeer’s Hummingbird Salamander
In many respects, Hummingbird Salamander is a typical VanderMeer story. Except when it isn’t.
In many respects, Hummingbird Salamander is a typical VanderMeer story. Except when it isn’t.
God is supposed to be my father, but when I think of a father I think of an empty space.
Abject wretch that you are, you mistook fear’s voice for advice.
Antonio Vivaldi captured his spring’s breezes in his concertos, and yet I always welcome spring with a wince.
Who needs an institution that goes after a lamenting, struggling Black woman?
It’s as if the freedom to have fun was traded in exchange for my college diploma.
We sat in silence, listening only to the low hum of the oxygen machine.
When I saw that the CW had a Nancy Drew TV show that started airing in 2019, I had my reservations.
What if at the core of everything I find corny is something beautiful?
The initial descent, which for Lil Nas is as simple as grabbing the pole, is trickier from the Moon.