Mark Slouka’s Lost Lake feels more like an extended prose poem than a collection of stories. It’s an elegiac, often melancholy, and quietly moral set of interconnected vignettes, heavy on setting and character but light on plot; reading it evokes the sensation of lying in a boat gently floating in the middle of the eponymous upstate New York lake during the last week of summer, with the mind wandering over the passing season’s events: it’s timeless and subtle, and works its way into the reader’s memory one careful word at a time.
Sixteen: shadowphoto, A Softer World, Inspiration, lifevicarious, photoloukey, moodaholic, bea, Luminescent, Catherine Jamieson, Levitation, Million-Year Picnic, rion.nu, Mike Bradshaw, fijaciones, 3 a.m. from Kyoto, and Express Train.
Twelve: incidence, a view from the 60h lens, moodaholic, sguardo.org, Markus Hartel, Calebs Creek (x2), What the Sock Saw, We’re All Afraid, Sara Lovering (x2), f/1.4
Five: Kéa, fourteen places to eat, the streets are alive, straymatter, and Delineated
