"Yehuda Amichai’s genius lies in how—to borrow from his own language—he makes metaphor 'useful.' He thinks metaphorically, and in so doing he makes stories of them, treating his likenesses as if they were not metaphorical but animated literalisms. That’s why, I suspect, his metaphors have not merely poetic power but practical vitality, in the way that a horse is not only alive but usefully alive." Every time James Wood publishes a big profile in The New Yorker, it's worth a read; this week's essay on the "secular psalmist" and poet Yehuda Amichai is no different.
Joel Lovell profiles George Saunders for The New York Times, and he gives a killer endorsement for Saunders's latest book, Tenth of December. The author's collection from thirteen years ago, Pastoralia, was picked on our site as being among the "Best of the Millennium."
In October 2011, Hannah Gersen convincingly argued that the Occupy Wall Street protests bore more than a few similarities to Bartleby, The Scrivener. Now, amid the political demonstrations going on throughout Turkey, Millions contributor Kaya Genç draws a similar parallel between Istanbul’s “Standing Man” and Herman Melville’s famous protagonist.
Read Karl Ove Knausgaard’s acceptance speech for the Welt Literaturpreis, an annual prize awarded by the German newspaper Die Welt, at The New Yorker. He writes, “The difference between engaging with a real neighbor and one in a novel is that the former occurs in the social sphere, within the boundaries of its rules and practical constraints, whereas the latter occurs outside of it, in the reader’s own most private, intimate sphere, where the rules that govern our social interaction do not apply and its practical constraints do not exist.” You could also check out Knausgaard’s book excerpt at The Millions.
Recommended Reading: Delaney Nolan's recent piece in Guernica, "How I Gonna Bare My Neck Outside in the Sweat-Scared Morning."
Over at Bookslut, Brian Nicholson follows up our recent piece on Silvina Ocampo’s Thus Were Their Faces with his own review of the book, writing that “She does not need to invent books of infinite pages, for the world of what we know already contains things as strange as mirrors.” The review draws a comparison between her work and that of Borges, her close friend.