Dorothy, a publishing project

@dorothyproject.bsky.social

St. Louis-based literary press distributed by New York Review Books. Publishes Renee Gladman, Leonora Carrington, Cristina Rivera Garza, Amina Cain, Giada Scodellaro, Kate Briggs, Brais Lamela, Denise Rose Hansen, etc. Est. 2009. dorothyproject.com

"Write into the winter, and the summer, and autumn, and spring. Write into the snow and flowers and the wreaths and the wallpaper. [...] Write into the cane. The needle and the cloth. Into the times you were unhappy." amina cain, a horse at night. on writing

“We definitely see decreased attention spans and an increase in overwhelm and shame. Everyone seems to know doomscrolling has flattened everything and they know they’re overwhelmed. They come in because they want the full spectrum of their brains back. That changes our job as booksellers."

Joel Pinckney@jpinckney.bsky.social · last wk.

New one today for @defector.com: in the wake of the most recent declaration of reading's demise, I was curious what booksellers, almost always ignored by the post-literate prognosticators, made of such claims. Here's what they told me:

"Lately I've been thinking a lot about landscape painting and literature, and perhaps as an extension of this I have started to think through the idea of character and landscape as similar things, or at least as intimates, co-dependent." amina cain, a horse at night. on writing

Recent arrival at our house: WHO WAS CHANGED AND WHO WAS DEAD by Barbara Comyns, first published in England in 1954. Read (and very much enjoyed) THE VET’S DAUGHTER many years ago in a durable Virago edition. Really not sure why I never read more by Comyns. But that is about to change.

Barbara Comyns, WHO WAS CHANGED AND WHO WAS DEAD (Dorothy, 2025; fourth printing), with cover art by Yelena Bryksenkova. First published in England in 1954.BACK COVER:

This is the story of the Willoweed family and the English village in which they live. It begins mid-flood, ducks swimming in the drawing-room windows, "quacking their approval" as they sail around the room. "What about my rose beds?" demands Grandmother Willoweed. Her son shouts down her ear-trumpet that the garden is submerged, dead animals everywhere, she will be lucky to get a bunch. Then the miller drowns himself... then the butcher slits his throat... and a series of gruesome deaths plagues the villagers. The newspaper asks, "Who will be smitten by this fatal madness next?" Through it all, Comyns's unique voice weaves a text as wonderful as it is horrible, as beautiful as it is cruel. Originally published in England in 1954, this "over-looked small masterpiece" is a twisted, tragicomic gem.

Read it and encounter what Graham Greene called "the strange off-beat talent of Miss Comyns and that innocent eye which observes with childlike simplicity the most fantastic or most ominous occurrence."

Friends, book reviews are drying up. We all know this. But it's worth repeating. Advance reviews we used to (gratefully!) count on are no longer a given; we're not getting them. Newspapers where intrepid reviewers used to talk about our books . . . well, you know. PLEASE, if you read our books . . .