Review of I, Afterlife by Erik Podhora
In I, Afterlife, the reader is convinced of one’s bodily presence in this world. We know it through our senses. The human actions that we come to after death, like shrine building, attempting to fill space with objects and failing to fill space, and rearranging those objects constantly are the actions that we must use in order to stand in the presence of the void.
Review of I, Afterlife by Mark Wallace
What’s remarkable about the book isn’t always that it provides new answers to the questions raised both by grief and elegy, but that it asks those questions so honestly and thoroughly, revealing one writer’s focused commitment to never lying to herself even at a time when she’s searching for comfort.
Review of I, Afterlife by Sarah Sarai
My insomnia lies in the distances of grief, the spaces between suffering. Prevallet understands distances which create the sense of glass. “Language fills in the desire to alter time,” she writes. That’ll have to do for a reason.
Review of The Black Dot by Timothy Liu
Disclosures: Prevallet’s poetics is partly informed by her vocation as a hypnotherapist.
Favorites: Repeated readings of this text at random will open up new spaces inside your head.
Shadow Evidence Intelligence reviewed by Tim Atkins
This is a thrilling book in the sense that it can pace us. Give us a reason for being in this place (is there a time (left)?)
A Helen Adam Reader reviewed by Ange Mlinko in The Nation
Helen Adam may not have been a Modernist giant, but Prevallet’s Reader makes the case that she must be taken on her own terms: as a balladeer, playwright, collagist and necromancer.