At HTMLGIANT, a review of Frank Hinton’s chapbook, I Don’t Respect Female Expression, by me, Stephen Tully Dierks, with image macros by Omar De Col. Thank you to Blake Butler.
“Hinton recurrently evokes a void, a hole, ‘a new hole in the universe that I’m supposed to create.’ A loss, a traced path gone, a safe place now only remembered. This could be, as David Foster Wallace puts it, ‘the constant gnawing sense of having had, and lost, some infinite thing.’ Hinton’s characters seem to know this lack and to try to detach themselves from it. The emotional current in this book lingered with me after I set it down. I’m left with images of two bodies kissing to make a machine of revolving tongues and of one person who feels good and feels nervous and secretly wishes for blood when she blows her nose.”