Chicago Review

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Articles from Vol. 42, No. 2, Spring

Civilization
Perfecto is back. Ostentatious, on his own bench now a hundred feet down the sea-walk. I suppose he thinks that's a public statement. Peace again, with the old borders? Fine with me, I won't have to suffer his stinking cigars. But is it possible? I stood...
Exchange: The Gutenberg Elegies
Dear Editors, I was gratified to read Wen Stephenson's lucid and concept-focused review of my book, The Gutenberg Elegies: The Fate of Reading in an Electronic Age ("The Message Is the Medium," Chicago Review 41:4 [Fall 1995]). Read thus one feels seen....
Jaget
"A jaget is a jaget is a jaget." - Gertrude Stein Jaget in Gunnar Ekeloff A world is every human. A world is every human peopled by blind others in dark uproar against the jaget who rules over them as king. In every soul are thousand souls captured....
Nathan Lerner and Maxwell Street
Men sit idly in a vacant lot, beside a stack of pipes, in front of frayed advertising posters clinging to a brick wall. Men rest on break beside their shovels, a poster behind them showing a black waiter bringing a bottle of Pabst Blue Ribbon to his...
Reference Folly
1. Square One Books in an attic and pinned to the ceiling is a detail of Interior in the Amaliegade by Wilhelm Bendz - the figure in the painting stands at a high desk with his chin resting in his fight hand a sheaf of paper and a quill pen are discarded...
The Chinese Box
I. A man stood on the ledge, trembling. He had climbed over his rear balcony and edged out sideways, slowly; the ledge was scarcely a foot wide. Now he'd stopped, exactly halfway between his balcony and the next, where a young couple in T-shirts and...
The Idealist
Adam was from New York City. He had black hair, a black beard, and a long Italian surname that I could never correctly pronounce. During our six weeks of training, instead of sleeping in a room like everybody else, Adam slept in a tent, pitched in the...
Things You Should Know before We Make Love
I. My body is a tenement. I am told by others in housing worse than mine that restoration is unnecessary. They accuse me of exaggeration, of creative license, of fishing for compliments on the state of my home. It's different when you live here, I tell...
Tukkikat
I can only remember one time in my life when the sun had as much power over me as it did in Senegal. I was four. We were sitting on our porch in Decatur, Indiana, my sister, myself, two neighbor kids, and my dad. It was Sunday. My father had brought...

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