Autrice di culto, dissacrante e ribelle, Kathy Acker in vita è stata tanto amata quanto temuta. Da esponente di spicco dell'underground letterario e della scena punk newyorkese a icona del post-punk londinese, per oltre tre decenni è stata una presenza scomoda e all'avanguardia nel mondo dell'arte e della cultura. Ipersessuale e aggressiva, fragile e glamour, Acker è riuscita a scioccare e sedurre lettori e critica, a incarnare ogni cosa e il suo esatto contrario. L'impero dei non sensi, pubblicato nel 1988, è il romanzo che segna un punto di svolta nella sua produzione. In una Parigi nel futuro distopico, Abhor (parte umana, parte robot) e il suo amante Thivai (un pirata) attraversano la città in cerca di un farmaco, incontrando lungo la strada medici pazzi, motociclisti, prostitute, tatuatori e terroristi, mentre una banda di rivoluzionari algerini conquista la città e la CIA congiura per annientarli. Con uno stile ricercato ed estremo, che unisce la raffinatezza di pensiero all'emozione grezza, L'impero dei non sensi affronta alcuni dei temi più cari ad Acker: la tensione tra oppressione e ribellione, linguaggio e sessualità, trauma e slancio vitale.

Janey è solo una ragazzina, ma le tocca in sorte un viaggio di formazione e deformazione da incubo, che la vedrà coinvolta tra gang punk e amori incestuosi, intellettuali fascinosi come Genet e femministe privilegiate come la Jong. Tra sofferenza personale ed erotismo al limite, l'autrice trascina la sua protagonista in una tormentata Odissea incestuosa e corporale, senza mai farle perdere lo sguardo puro e innocente da adolescente, con cui assorbe, elabora e attraversa le brutture del mondo. Mescolando prosa, poesia, dramma, plagiarismo e "mappe dei sogni" illustrate, questo libro epocale è anche un manifesto del femminismo più anarchico ed inventivo, il capolavoro dell'erede indiscussa di William S. Burroughs.

"Why am I telling you all this? Partly 'cause the whole queerness/identity thing for me stretches through everything, absolutely everything. Slipping between straight/gay is child's play compared to slipping between writer/teacher/influence-peddler whatever. I forget who I am. You reminded me of who I prefer to be." [M.W.]

"It's two in the morning... I know what you mean about slipping roles: I love it, going high low, power helpless even captive, male female, all over the place, space totally together and brain-sharp, if it wasn't for play I'd be bored stiff and I think boredom is the emotion I find most unbearable... " [KA] -- from I'm Very into You

After Kathy Acker met McKenzie Wark on a trip to Australia in 1995, they had a brief fling and immediately began a heated two-week email correspondence. Their emails shimmer with insight, gossip, sex, and cultural commentary. They write in a frenzy, several times a day; their emails cross somewhere over the International Date Line, and themselves become a site of analysis. What results is an index of how two brilliant and idiosyncratic writers might go about a courtship across 7,500 miles of airspace -- by pulling in Alfred Hitchcock, stuffed animals, Georges Bataille, Elvis Presley, phenomenology, Marxism,The X-files, psychoanalysis, and the I Ching.

Their corresepondence is a Plato's Symposium for the twenty-first century, but written for queers, transsexuals, nerds, and book geeks.I'm Very Into You is a text of incipience, a text of beginnings, and a set of notes on the short, shared passage of two iconic individuals of our time.

This year, acclaimed short-story writer ZZ Packer chooses twenty distinctive stories representing the great number of voices and narratives coming out of the South. Some of the youngest and freshest talents on the literary horizon—Bret Anthony Johnston, Kevin Brockmeier, Holly Goddard Jones—accompany well-known Southern stalwarts, including Pinckney Benedict, Clyde Edgerton, and Ron Rash. Their stories tell of life as it is now, a life not seen in romanticized Southern fiction, one where existence—both urban and rural—is as raw and risky as it is alluring. The energy of this collection courses through every one of Packer's edgy, funny, and gritty selections.

An erotic and dreamlike reinterpretation of "Treasure Island" is told from a female perspective, featuring a crew of women on a wild adventure from an Alexandrian whorehouse to Pirate Island

You can say I write stories with sex and violence and therefore my writing isn't worth considering because it uses content much less lots of content. Well, I tell you this: 'Prickly race, who know nothing except how to eat out your hearts with envy, you don't eat cunt'...Edited by Sylvere Lotringer and published in 1991, this handy, pocket-sized collection of some early and not-so-early work by the mistress of gut-level fiction-making, Hannibal Lecter, My Father gathers together Acker's raw, brilliant, emotional and cerebral texts from 1970s, including the self-published 'zines written under the nom-de-plume, The Black Tarantula. This volume features, among others, the full text of Acker's opera, The Birth of the Poet, produced at Brooklyn Academy of Music in 1985, Algeria, 1979 and fragments of Politics, written at the age of 21. Also included is the longest and definitive interview Acker ever gave over two years: a chatty, intriguing and delightfully self-deprecating conversation with Semiotext(e) editor Sylvere Lotringer -- which is trippy enough in itself as Lotringer, besides being a real person, has appeared as a character in Acker's fiction. And last, but not least, is the full transcript of the decision reached by West Germany's Federal Inspection Office for Publications Harmful to Minors in which Acker's work was judged to be "not only youth-threatening but also dangerous to adults," and subsequently banned.Acker is the sort of the writer that should be read first at 16, so that you can spend the rest of your life trying to figure her out; she confuses, infuriates, perplexes and then all of a sudden the writing seems to be in your bloodstream, like some kind of benign virus. She's definitely not for the easily offended -- but then, there are worse things in life than being offended. Such as the things that Acker writes about...