I'm an NYRB enthusiast, and this was a "sampler" thrown in with the monthly bookclub (well worth the cost in this time of quarantine, and with the USPS on a last leg). It's something of an Edwin Frank mixtape – 25 excerpts, short stories, interviews, outtakes from the twenty year publishing history of NYRB, and faithful to the press's missions of rediscovery of works lacking an original "commercial thrust" and bringing new translations to readers of international writers who avoided the vogues of their times (and often still, this one).
The "red thread" Frank evokes in the preface refers to a Chinese "metaphor for a binding tie that exists among people unknown to each other" that he deploys as a figure or agency of literature, but rather than a social binding, the feeling I got reading the collection linearly was one of a loneliness that verged on pessimism at times. Many of the chosen works are first-person accounts of the interred, the stuck, the lost, the waiting, the incarcerated. Occasionally the juxtapositions are brutal. One of the darkest passages of Döblin's Berlin Alexanderplatz – the slaughterhouse section – is adjacent to two portraits of Helen and Billie Holiday, which felt portentous and perhaps unnecessarily reductive. It left me needing more of the air and sociality found in the Babitz and Tove Jannson excerpts in the book.
But still, this is a fine quick take on the ambitious scope of NYRB since Y2K. I'd love to see more from Africa and Latin American in the coming decade. Discoveries for me here were Simon Leys' essay from The Hall of Uselessness and David R Bunch's eccentric sci-fi from Moderan –I want to read further into both. I also appreciate the inclusion of Hardwick's original version of the Holiday essay. It has her wild independent style, but doesn't shy from her grating and presumptuous voice. It feels both uncomfortably seeing and untimely – a tendency throughout the career of this press.