By: Alayna Cowden
As a person who, admittedly, shies away from things labeled
“historical fiction” and worse, “Christian fiction,” I can’t deny that I felt a
little apprehensive in starting this book. Would it be corny and preachy? Would
Jesus be portrayed in a way that isn’t accurate or seems pushy?
Hence, it took me a while to muster up the courage to read Madman.
Also, I’ve never really read anything that expressly dealt with things like
demons or capital “E” Evil, so I had my reservations. However, I was horribly
wrong about this book. It defied every expectation I had about what modern
literature should do – and more so, what the function of something labeled
“Christian fiction” should do.
By: Anna Maltbie
definition of insanity, often attributed to Einstein, is performing the same
action over and over and expecting different results. What else can everyday
domestic activities be, then, but a descent into insanity?
I first stumbled across Katherine Karlin’s work in the Winter 2015 edition of The Cincinnati Review. The story, “We Are the Polites,” is told from the point of view of the youngest daughter of five children born to a large, famous Greek family. Her name is Honey, all of her other siblings have normal, “non-stripper” names, and they lead clean-shaven, non-stripper lives. Not that Honey is a stripper (she’s not); Honey is an uninteresting accountant whose life pales in comparison to those of her theatrical siblings. Continue reading