“Memory of the Future,” Tobey Hiller’s takedown of demagoguery and the cult of personality in American politics, is rich in symbolism and revels in its absurdity.
Sadie Hoagland’s brings us a magic-realist tumble into a life of painful fragments, transformed by yearning, and frozen in a moment.
Gaurav Monga’s marvelous and strange fragments have the feel of being found as a sheaf of unbound, unnumbered pages in a yellowing envelope, laying perhaps on an otherwise empty shelf at the back on an abandoned safe-deposit vault. They tell of a lost city of self, ancient excavations, and half-glimpsed memory.
Two boys sat on a log in the middle of a valley. The trees surrounding them blocked out the sunlight and the boys had trouble seeing their hands in front of their faces. A woman appeared from a cluster of trees.
A tall woman and a small man walked down the street one late morning in a town in New Hampshire. They looked confused and weathered and people stared at them as they passed by. She picked up a… Read More
Illustration: “Melting Men” (detail), by Nele Azevedo We held hands in my dream, in the waking sleepwalk I call living. We held hands and you explained the lightness in your touch — you were dead. It seemed so… Read More