On Bookslut, Lightsey Darst writes a HILARIOUS, dead-on, gorgeous, engaged, beyond-brilliant review of Green Girl, so many morsels, have to quote this: "reading this book is like eating Oreos, if Oreos could be filled with spiders and simultaneously retain their addictive power." And by the way, Bookslut, the love is totally mutual.
Also, from Bookslut, New Directions issuing new translations of Clarice Lispector? With the four books coming together to form a picture of her face? Massive, massive boner here about that. I'm really really hoping for a poster.