Reece Sisto

May 22, 2024 | thebaffler.com | Reece Sisto

Love Junkie by Robert Plunket. New Directions, 272 pages. 2024 (1992). Books just aren’t funny anymore. Paul McAdory—outspoken critic of faggotry’s wayward shift toward bleeding-heart syndrome, and, by my account, a friend, agrees. “Do we not grow tired, after so many rounds of this sentimental journey to the weepy, fantastical core of human experience?” he writes. Presumably the editor at New Directions responsible for excavating Robert Plunket’s novels from literary obscurity also concurs.

Apr 1, 2024 | thebaffler.com | Jules Gill-Peterson |J.w. McCormack |Reece Sisto

Who’s Afraid of Gender? by Judith Butler. Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 320 pages. 2024. Last November, Pope Francis made headlines for sitting down to a spaghetti lunch with a group of trans women. The meal, held in the working-class Italian beach town of Torvaianica as part of the Church’s World Day of the Poor, was the signal of an abrupt policy change: under some circumstances, trans people could now be baptized Catholic, as well as serve as witnesses in weddings or as godparents.

May 18, 2023 | yesmagazine.org | Reece Sisto

To me, Disney and durian are one in the same: nauseatingly sweet. The first essay in Manuel Betancourt’s The Male Gazed: On Hunks, Heartthrobs, and What Pop Culture Taught Me About (Desiring) Men, a collection of essays about the author’s coming out and of age, is similarly saccharine.