The Wonder Years

The West of The Wonder Years is made of a series of smaller and smaller rooms. A mobile home swelling to split in late-August heat. Where storms stop short and abstain for generations. A field still burning at the edge of childhood. With materials unceasingly sharp and surprising, Arian Katsimbras creates a language of “clean brutality.” In these pages, the drought-wracked West decays into a coyote’s rib bones, into an animal split into ribbons, into the long nightfall. Families are...