For most of us, war exists in our minds as something far away. We hear things, terrible things, but they’re always secondhand, diluted by geography and reporting and the simple fact that for over a decade now, our country has been vaguely and continually “at war.” It’s no longer new, to the point that it’s practically tedious to think about. War has shifted from a terrible finite event to a national state of being.

If hard-won facts, reported stories, and the grainy videos we sometimes get on CNN are losing their ability to move us, poetry still has something to offer. The war poem: it’s practically an oxymoron, isn’t it? It is not hard to imagine a spectrum of human experience in which the two terms exist on opposite ends. For a long while I felt that they should stay that way, far apart; it seemed wrong to fawn over the language or technique of a war poem, glossing over the fact that it arises from many people’s suffering. It felt like one more way to separate war from its own definition.

But then I read Brian Turner’s collection Here, Bullet. It’s graphic and tragic and at times hopeless and at others full of humanity, but more than any of those, it’s true. And so are many other beautifully written collections of war poetry, in the way they reinsert raw imagery and feeling into a term, war, to which we are currently far too desensitized. The poem can get us back to a place of pathos; it can resonate with us in ways that representations of fact never can. In this way, like the machinery and weaponry we too often choose to ignore, the poem built for war is a necessary instrument for these times.

Some of Rain Taxi’s best reviews of war poetry:

Review by Joel Turnipseed of Here, Bullet by Brian Turner (Winter 2005/2006, Online)

Review by Miguel Murphy of Warhorses by Yusef Komunyakaa (Fall 2009, Online)

Review by Jeffrey Alfier of Poets of World War II, edited by Harvey Shapiro (Winter 2003/2004, Online)

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Unless you were on your ninth straight hour of bingeing the newest Harry Potter book your parents probably didn’t need to demand that you put a book down and do something worthwhile. Reading, we can all agree, is worthwhile; it’s a direct interaction with a piece of art, or an entry point to new ideas or perspectives, an expansion of our minds and imaginations, and often all of the above. It is “good for us.” Films and television shows occupy a similar cultural space, with obvious caveats regarding artistic quality. From these perceptions come the markets for reviews and academic criticism, and the whole bevy of ways we make art a part of our cultural conversation.

But what about videogames? I am far from the first person to say “videogames are art”; in fact, that statement probably conjures in your mind That Friend we all have who keeps saying that even though no one asked him. And without question, elements of world-building, narrative, character development, and visual art are clearly present in gaming; with advances in capabilities, game developers (the artists, here) have a fairly limitless creative frontier. We in the class of Smart People Who Consume Art acknowledge all this, but why do so few of us actually believe it?

The problem is one of stigma. Videogames are what your loser brother plays instead of going on dates; they’re childish and desensitize us to violence; they’re addictive and mindless; they turn your brain to mush. This is what the majority actually thinks, no matter how many beautifully rendered games with riveting writing, memorable characters, and scores composed by world-class musicians might be out there. And this is why your favorite literary review or culture source will rarely cover worthwhile artistic breakthroughs in videogames.

It’s not that those stigmas are entirely without truth. Each of those flaws can be true of videogames, depending on the game, its makers, and its players. But when we look at writing with a critical eye, we seem far more capable of distinguishing between pulp and art; we’re discerning enough to set aside books or movies we deem to be less worthwhile without taking that attitude toward the entire medium. We should learn to do the same for videogames, because the simple fact is, if we don’t, we’re missing out on some of the best artistic creations our culture produces.

Some of Rain Taxi’s best reviews of books related to gaming:

Review by James Ervin of Half-Real by Jesper Juul (Summer 2006, Online)

Review by Scott Newton of Gaming Matters by Judd Ethan Ruggill and Ken S. McAllister (Winter 2011/2012, Online)

Review by Alice Dodge of REAMDE by Neal Stephenson (Winter 2011/2012, Online)

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Here’s a question the public typically reserves for our pop artists and athletes: how do we expect our writers to behave? My initial answer would have been, well, nothing; I don’t look for anything from a writer outside of his or her work. But just as this isn’t true when Americans talk about rap stars and football players, it’s not quite true for our Great American Novelists and Poets, either. Readers love a good eccentric; we want our writers to act up a little bit, to display the unique mind that created a book we love—but not too much. It’s why we love a good artist biography: we can look at a writer’s life and roll all the weirdness and repellent behavior into a persona that becomes as noteworthy a contribution as any book the author writes. Think of what you love about Hemingway, or Virginia Woolf. How quickly does your mind turn from their books to the person? Same with Salinger or Harper Lee, both of whom are intriguing because of how little we saw of them.

Really, writers are no different from the musicians or artists whose life matters to us as much as their work. But our expectations shift with time: we want “normal” in the present, but enough interesting material to talk about once they’re gone. It’s the same goalpost we move on anyone who becomes publicly successful, and it seems to be an integral part of the way we engage with our artists. It also isn’t fair. Something tells me, though, that at the end of the day, most artists won’t mind this tradeoff too much. “Fair” and “normal” aren’t exactly what they signed up for in the first place.

Some of Rain Taxi’s best pieces on eccentric artists:

Review by Patrick James Dunagan of Chatting with Matisse by Pierre Courthion (Summer 2014, online)

Three Stories by J.D. Salinger: an essay by Shane Joaquin Jiminez (Summer 2014, online)

Review by Will Randick of Mr. West by Sarah Blake (Fall 2015, online)

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“When the president of the most powerful country in the world doesn’t need to care what the facts are, then we can be sure we have entered the Age of Empire.” This is Arundhati Roy, as quoted in a 2014 Rain Taxi review of Joseph Hutchison’s poetry collection Marked Men. The “facts,” as they relate to the Hutchison poems, concern the racial prejudice surrounding the infamous Sand Creek massacre, which Hutchison takes as his subject. This event took place in 1864, but the racial undertones of the tragedy and the concurrent ignoring of “facts” feel familiar enough to have happened this year.

Despite the fact that minorities are scapegoated for nearly every problem in the United States, including problems disproportionately endured by these groups themselves, this era is too often billed as “Post-Racial.” What this really means is that the country is trying more vigorously than usual to sweep its hatred under the rug. And, because this is an election year, the usual sleights of hand and coded rhetoric are ramped up and defended all the more passionately, in the name of “telling it like it is”—an idiom clung to by those who want to voice racist ideology without being stuck with the uncomfortable term “racist.” These candidates don’t need to care what the facts are; doing so would stand in the way of the empire they’re hoping to fortify. And the collateral damage of this practice will be felt, as always, by those identified as Other.

We’ve got poets, though. We’ve got writers showing the America experienced by far too many of us, collective pronoun. Read their work, because their work is true. In an age like this one, we should need no more reason than that.

Some of Rain Taxi’s best recent reviews of writing on racial inequality and injustice:

Review by Dale Jacobson of Marked Men by Joseph Hutchison (Winter 2014/2015, online)

Review by J.G. McClure of Citizen: An American Lyric by Claudia Rankine (Spring 2015, online)

Review by George Longenecker of Just Mercy: A Story of Justice and Redemption by Bryan Stevenson (Summer 2015, online)

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It’s never been simple for Americans to picture Russia. One second we’re thinking of it warmly as a key ally in the Second World War, and an instant later it’s the frosty enemy in the Cold War. The Soviets are the opposing team in our country’s sports contest, the bad guys in our favorite spy movies; and yet Russia has also given us writers like Tolstoy, Dostoyevsky, and Chekhov, authors American book lovers can’t get enough of. We cringe at images of Russian citizens waiting in line for goods; we simultaneously demonize their leaders and police. An episode of Family Guy once famously depicted the entirety of Russia’s citizens as bears in hats on unicycles.

Such stereotypes suggest that we should pay attention to nuanced writing that tackles Russia as its subject—and so much contemporary Russian literature comes with an equally noteworthy publishing story. Take one of the writers who’s reviewed at a link below, Ludmila Petrushevskaya: she spent two decades blacklisted by the Soviet government before Penguin published the English translation of There Once Lived a Woman Who Tried to Kill Her Neighbor’s Baby (that, friends, is a book title).

Books like the ones featured below, and many others, serve to shatter and remix the images of Russia we have swirling in our heads. Russia is difficult to understand, yes. But for American readers, that complexity means we’ve got a trove of memorable literature to work through.

Some of Rain Taxi’s best reviews of contemporary Russian literature:

There Once Lived a Girl Who Seduced Her Sister’s Husband, and He Hanged Himself by Ludmila Petrushevskaya (Spring 2013, online), reviewed by Alta Ifland.

The Little Russian by Susan Sherman (Spring 2012, online), reviewed by Malcom Forbes.

Russian for Lovers by Marina Blitshteyn (Spring 2012, online), reviewed by Vladislav Davidzon.

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