The Flamethrowers, Rachel Kushner


The title promises a conflagration, and the simmering narrative does not disappoint. It's a strange survey, of the art world in 1970s New York and politics in postwar Italy, motorcycle racing, rubber harvesting in Brazil, and Land Art in the American West, but somehow, it all works near perfectly. 

An interesting observation, in passing, on art: 

Making art was really about the problem of the soul, of losing it. It was a technique for inhabiting the world. For not dissolving into it.