Meidav is deeply wise about people, with an uncanny, near-clairvoyant empathy for a wild range of characters. — Karen Russell
A lush plunge into the sensorium: marriage, divorce, discovery. Meidav turns her fierce intellect to timeless questions of love, its attendant ecstasy and delicious pain. This book will unlock you. —Margot Douaihy, author of Scorched Cross
An alchemist of empathy, of nuanced observation and unexpected truths, Edie Meidav is a writer whose every magical story probes human experience from triumphs to tragedies and all the terrain between. —Bradford Morrow, author of The Prague Sonata and editor/founder of Conjunctions
By marking the small things in delicate and fragile syntax, Meidav writes large and sure the world and the love that binds it. — Jim Carpenter, author of No Place to Pray
This marvelous, wise, melancholy tale of new love invents an unblinking new language to give breath to the degree zero. Another Love Discourse trains its gaze on the tender rootedness of all being, becoming a love song and offering, long overdue, to the literature of the neglected self.— Andrea Scrima, author of A Lesser Day and editor-in-chief of StatORec
In this time of collective confusion and terror, Edie Meidav has given us a guidebook for the depths. The wisdoms offered are multiple and timely; her telling is masterful, rendered as intimately as the lines on our own hands.— Dale M. Kushner, author of The Conditions of Love
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Edie Meidav is one of my favorite contemporary writers, and this is her best book, in a success of very strong books. It's open, wounded, true. — Rick Moody
Edie Meidav's Another Love Discourse is an uncategorizable triumph, and a gesture of radical intimacy with the reader, one of which Barthes would be proud.—Jonathan Lethem, author of The Arrest
A lyric novel about the play of grief, empathy, new and old love, and the quest to overcome blindness in human relations.
This ruthlessly poetic novel does something I’ve never seen before: it pulls rarefied literary theory down into the gritty canyons of heartbreak and fear. Roland Barthes here becomes a conduit for lived experience—for love and sorrow, hope and regret. One of the most original, most unlikely, and most devastating books I’ve ever come across.—David Hollander, author of Anthropica