Vertigo, Joanna Walsh (Dorothy Books, October 1)
I’m not one for consumer reports, but at this point you should just dish out the $120 for Dorothy’s entire catalogue. Each fall, the small press releases two books simultaneously, and each fall — without fail — the books are among the best of the year.
This year belongs to Marianne Fritz’s The Weight of Things and Joanna Walsh’s Vertigo. I think you get the point by now that both are worth your time, but Walsh’s book of linked stories in particular is important. Walsh’s writing is visual, clear-eyed, a kind of mix (somehow) of Marie NDiaye and Elena Ferrante. Years from now when you’re still reading her work, you’ll remember that you started here.