A Year in Reading: Dan Sinykin
by Dan Sinykin
Dec 11, 2023
3 minutes
I’ve been squatting in the firebombed (was it?) city of Bellona with in spare pockets of time for what feels like years. (It’s been weeks.) (Not even through the first quarter.) Structural integrity has been compromised. Electricity is spotty. We read the local paper by candlelight for the hot goss. At least the gas works. is all the right kinds of weird: the prose bends funny; bodies body; everyone’s sneaking off to pick their nose—and eat it. Much is
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