The Blue Rental

On the back cover of THE BLUE RENTAL, readers will find these words- "Barbara Mor imagines Kantian 'nauseous allegories' growing out of a David Lynchian southwest American desert, a place that becomes a habitat of the psycho political terrestrial reality we all now inhabit-& the rent is very high..." Readers may ask, exactly what is this place, this place where "the rent is very high"? And they will discover, as they begin reading not the work of this enormously gifted and artistically painstaking writer-readers will find that this "place" is nothing less than our own world-"the psychopolitical terrestrial reality we all now inhabit." It is the world we live in, the world we have made for ourselves, the world we have inherited, the world we are responsible for-in both senses, first, responsible for being the crazed and malignant "creators" of it, and, second, responsible for doing whatever can still be done to save and salvage it, to pay the rent due to it in order to keep it-and all things and creatures upon it and in it-from death, ruin, madness, destruction, endgame. No less than matters such as these constitute the high subject and impassioned material of Mor's literary art-an art, like all the greatest of its kind, that never rests, takes a break, steps off the road, but that, at every single moment, reaches and then reaches again for the utmost and the absolute. And that is the way each and every one of us must now live our daily lives-looking at and reaching for the absolute. That is how we must live if we care that Earth, our blue rental, may and can and will survive. Barbara Mor brings us a literary art commensurate to the nature and extremity of the time and world we all now dwell in. None of us should miss it.