[Cohen] is literate, though his collection never feels particularly derivative. As in his previous works, the sentences here are unbridled, deliberately kitschified with rhyme, repetition and assonance…puns and neologisms…and compounds homemade…Language—not elision—is the primary material of Cohen's oeuvre, and his method of negotiating his way toward meaning is like powering straight through a thick wall of words. It's a crowded, teeming tone, but the reward is an off-kilter precision, one that feels both untainted and unique.
The New York Times Book Review - Rachel Kushner
Cohen’s newest (after Witz) is a quartet of short stories addressing the plight of the failed writer in a number of bizarre scenarios that effectively highlight contemporary concerns regarding authenticity and artifice. In “Emission,” a failed novelist-turned-businessman relates the tale of a hapless collegiate drug deliverer, Richard Monomian, who comes horrifically face-to-face with his online identity when a fellow partygoer and partaker of Richard’s “snax” blogs about one of Richard’s sordid sexual capers. This unsettling confluence of one’s real and digital selves is revisited in the dreamily distorted “Sent,” wherein an up-and-coming journalist finds himself in a settlement housing all the women he’d ever ogled in online pornography. By zeroing in on the loaded metaphors of the Internet, as when Cohen refers to a porn site’s catalogue of women as “its Home,” the author thriftily lends a great deal of rhetorical force to stories that less adventurous readers might deem too opaque or experimental. Though the pieces occasionally lose track of a persuasive narrative, Cohen has nevertheless crafted a series of innovative literary romps. Agent: Georgia Cool, Mary Evans Inc. (Aug.)
Cohen, a key member of the United States' under-40 writers' club (along with Nell Freudenberger and Jonathan Safran Foer), is a rare talent who makes highbrow writing fun and accessible.” —Marie Claire Four New Messages , he nestles these subjects inside a more expansive obsession: how the series of tubes we call the Web has recast, often in sick ways, his contemporaries' sense of who and where and why they are. . . . [T]o sum this up in Web terms, he'll make you want to be an angel investor in his stuff. What's a book but a public offering? You'll want to be in on the ground floor.” —Dwight Garner, The New York Times Rachel Kushner, The New York Times Book Review The Nation Boston Globe Star Tribune (Minneapolis) Adam Wilson, Salon, "Salon's Ultimate Book Guide" — the link, the click— to the one we tend to forget: the human. . . . Mr. Cohen is ambitious. He is mapping terra incognita.” —New York Observer Four New Messages might seem an ambitious title in an era when true literary innovation is rare, but Joshua Cohen exceeds expectations in ways that are gratifying in the present and promising for the future.” —Bookforum Flavorpill Interview Sam Lipsyte
A quartet of cleverly conceived tales that capture our anxieties about living in an increasingly commodified and digitized society. Following his previous novel, Witz (2010, etc.), a satirical epic about the last Jew on earth, this trim collection of short stories seems relatively breezy. But Cohen packs a lot of ideas and syntactical somersaults into a slim book. The opening, "Emission," follows the travails of Richard, a young drug dealer who commits an embarrassing sexual act that all but annihilates his reputation online. Through his desperate efforts to scrub his shame off the Web, Richard reveals how much we're subject to (and exploited by) others' interpretations of our identity. The closing, "Sent," is similarly focused on the Internet and sex, but the treatment is more offbeat, tracing the path of a bed from the craftsman's shop to an ad hoc porn set, then following a journalist whose porn habit catches up with him in curious ways. The sense of unreality in these stories is echoed and bolstered by Cohen's style, which is recursive and sometimes threatens grammatical collapse. Yet the force of his intelligence is always strong, and even at his knottiest, his tone remains conversational. He can push his prose frustratingly deep into abstraction: "McDonald's," a metafictional piece that deploys a dying woman into a symbolic commentary about the titular fast-food chain, is an ungainly blend of the logorrheic and the allegorical. His experimental bent is much better served in "The College Borough," about a group of writing students who build a replica of Manhattan's Flatiron Building on a Midwest college campus. Within the story's metaphorical superstructure, Cohen embeds a tragic, evocative story about writerly struggles to make sense of the world. Cohen doesn't pull off every trick he attempts, but it's a pleasure to witness him test the limits of narrative.
Mr. Cohen's stories are about a lot of things: sex, family, disappointment, literary frustration—the pantry items that stock a young writer's larder…But in his new collection, Four New Messages, he nestles these subjects inside a more expansive obsession: how the series of tubes we call the Web has recast, often in sick ways, his contemporaries' sense of who and where and why they are…[Cohen] writes the type of angst-ridden, brainiac metafiction that's led critics to compare him, aptly enough, to David Foster Wallace and Thomas Pynchon. His loose ends are part of the splatter effect.
