I quite like Patchwork, which I read with an ex about a score ago. Jackson has a knack for corporeal metaphor and multifarious pastiche, and the nods to Oates, et al. are impressively subtle. This is a good example of art that spans boundaries; I can't abide the ethos, broader praxes, and politics of Jackson or her ex-husband, but her work's excellence and trenchancy transcends those.
I quite like Patchwork, which I read with an ex about a score ago. Jackson has a knack for corporeal metaphor and multifarious pastiche, and the nods to Oates, et al. are impressively subtle. This is a good example of art that spans boundaries; I can't abide the ethos, broader praxes, and politics of Jackson or her ex-husband, but her work's excellence and trenchancy transcends those.