A.V. Marraccini’s We the Parasites
I’m reading We the Parasites (Sublunary Editions, 2023) on a Boeing 747 airplane, hovering somewhere between Queens, New York and Athens, Greece, the absorbent zone of commute, of interval, which seems like the ideal setting to parse the voluminous scope of A.V. Marraccini’s debut book of nonfiction, committed, as Marraccini is, to the contingencies of reading and the mobile composition of the text.
Source: brooklynrail.org