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  • Paperback: 208 pages
  • Publisher: Graywolf Press (Aug. 7 2012)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1555976182
  • ISBN-13: 978-1555976187
  • Product Dimensions: 13.7 x 1.4 x 20.8 cm
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“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

“Powerfully strange. . . . Mr. Cohen's stories are about a lot of things: sex, family, disappointment, literary frustration. . . . 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. . . . [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

“[Cohen has] manifold talents at digging under and around absurdity. . . . 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. . . . The reward is an off-kilter precision, one that feels both untainted and unique.” ―Rachel Kushner, The New York Times Book Review

“Smart and well conceived.” ―The Nation

“All these stories are replete with clever turns of phrase and memorable lines. . . . Like [David Foster] Wallace, Cohen is clearly concerned with the depersonalizing effects of technology, broken people doing depraved things, and how the two intersect in tragic (and, sometimes, hilarious) ways. The franticness with which he writes about these themes is, at times, Wallace-esque--sentences screaming across the page turbulently, always seemingly one wrong turn from flying apart altogether.” ―Boston Globe

“Another exhilarating spectacle from a virtuosic wordsmith.” ―Star Tribune (Minneapolis)

“The four novellas included are certainly new--I've never read anything remotely like them--and they're certainly messages, urgent ones addressed to the porn-numb but as yet un-lobotomized members of the iGeneration. Cohen calls out in pimped-out prose that shimmies like a lowride Cutlass. I would advise you all to listen.” ―Adam Wilson, Salon, "Salon's Ultimate Book Guide"

“In Mr. Cohen's hands, a meme is a matter of life and death, because he goes from the reality we all know--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

“Immoderately brilliant. . . . Throughout, Cohen uses his gifts extravagantly, but there are no lazy formulations, no banal phrases that he doesn't either parody or somehow subvert, and by so doing create a new angle of perception that demands close rereading. . . . 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

“There is ample evidence that Joshua Cohen is one of the greatest literary minds of his generation. . . . If anything is finally going to get people to admit that he's the new Thomas Pynchon (sans the whole recluse thing) the Graywolf Press published book will be it.” ―Flavorpill

“Cohen's comically dense ruminations don't so much as come to a boil as spill over with tales of pornography, hyperviolent video games, consumerism, and depression.” ―Interview

“Joshua Cohen has more than four new messages to deliver in this volatile book, all quite urgent. These stories seize us with their brash humor and intellectual reach. But are they startling warning flares or diabolical soul traps? Read them and weep, roar, shudder.” ―Sam Lipsyte

About the Author

Joshua Cohen was born in 1980 in New Jersey. He is the author of five books, including A Heaven of Others and Witz. His nonfiction has appeared in Bookforum, The Forward, Harper's and other publications. He lives in New York City.

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10 of 11 people found the following review helpful
3.0 out of 5 stars Could benefit from playing outside more Feb. 25 2013
By Doug Randall - Published on
Format: Paperback
It's obvious this author is a brilliant writer, and by writer I mean someone whose life and talent is aptly devoted to analyzing sentences and written ideas, then breaking them down and putting them together in entirely new ways. In that sense, he's not unlike an artist more fascinated by exploring a new medium than using a medium to explore broader concepts.

However, it's also evident that, between his magazine column requiring keeping up on the latest writing, his prolific output of books, his obvious depth of literary knowledge, and success so young, that he hasn't had a lot of time to experience life without a computer or book in front of him.

I completely understand why he is the toast of the literati but writers who write about writing just aren't my cup of tea. He lives and breathes in the literary world but I prefer my creative guides to demonstrate more grasp of the complexities and nuances of the real world.
5 of 5 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars This Kind of Brilliance Shirks a Reductive Review Title Feb. 2 2013
By Amazon Customer - Published on
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On the very first page of Joshua Cohen’s latest book, a quartet of M to L size stories, he describes a writer's move from New York to Berlin and—in lieu of an exhaustive description of Berlin’s collective attitude towards working—beckons the reader to:

"Take a pen, write this on a paper scrap, then when you’re near a computer, search:


Alternately, you could just keep clicking your finger on that address until this very page wears out—until you've wiped the ink away and accessed nothing."

Much of this collection, like the present day, revolves around the realm of the online, and comes out on the other end having successfully reflected, refracted, re- and de-contextualized, poked, prodded, danced with and defenestrated this increasingly pervasive tool that—unlike any other tool to date, really—contains immense numerations of representational worlds upon (and within) worlds.

Now, much ink and pixel has been spilt on the subject of the Internet Age, in both fiction and non, and—to further illustrate the proliferation of shortened attention spans and a quicker and quicker inclination towards a dismissive "X is so yesterday’s trend"ness—it's tempting to issue a cynical yawn and eye roll and apply a series of fierce clasps of sarcasm-pinchers (i.e. "scare quotes") and remark something like 'Yet another book/article/etc that [cue bored-sarcastic voice] "Explores the all-pervasiveness of the internet and social media and how it’s shaped blablabla and changed our perceptions of blablabla and asks us to consider blablabla while also leaving room for blablabla." Yawn. Bla. Pssh. Etc.' And it's true that there's a lot of boring and derivative and irrationally fear-mongering commentary of this genus that is swarming the labyrinthine info-canals, but I submit that it is also true that there are diamonds in this beswarmed rough, and I place Four New Messages firmly in the glistening and durable gem pile.

The first and last stories are the most explicit about exploring the changing tides of social interaction and self-perception that have bent to the gravitational pull of the Internet Age, and the middle two, while including some casual references to online life, use these references in the same way any author makes mention of the things that are a part of their day to day living. Quothe the Wallace:

"I've always thought of myself as a realist. I can remember fighting with my professors about it in grad school. The world that I live in consists of 250 advertisements a day and any number of unbelievably entertaining options, most of which are subsidized by corporations that want to sell me things. The whole way that the world acts on my nerve endings is bound up with stuff that the guys with leather patches on their elbows would consider pop or trivial or ephemeral. I use a fair amount of pop stuff in my fiction, but what I mean by it is nothing different than what other people mean in writing about trees and parks and having to walk to the river to get water a 100 years ago. It's just the texture of the world I live in."

In each story Cohen tends to use metafictional tools, but often with more tact and aplomb of a subtler, more artful form than one might imagine when they immediately register the term "metafictional." Mostly, he points to a fictional writer/narrator who is mediating the story (the basic technique reminded me of David Aforequoted Wallace's multi-layered Matryoshka-narrators in Oblivion's "Another Pioneer" and, in general, my mind kept free-associating towards Girl with Curious Hair as a point of departure for these stories—not derivative of it by any means, but emanating broadly similar tuning fork vibrations, which is a very high compliment when coming from yours truly). He also drops in meta-nuggets like asides about the multiple choices he makes as a writer (and refers to the writer/reader as a sort of royal "we" on occasion, too) but they seem unobtrusive and glide along with the other layers of narrative just fine. (One abrupt aside I particularly liked that stopped me in my tracks—in a good way—was: "We will pause here to allow you to recite your pin numbers to yourself.") This basic observation is rather unimportant in all actuality, but I make mention of it mostly to get to the preemptive strike of a point that THE METAFICTIONAL CONCEITS ARE NOT THE POINT. This is basically something I've been harping on for a while, which is essentially that, if used to substantive ends, experimental/avant garde/metafictional techniques are just tools in the toolbox alongside things like proper spelling and grammar, metaphors and analogies, punctuation, italics, foreshadowing, etc, and need not be so readily dismissed as tired gimmicks and/or lame attempts at iconoclasm and/or desperate cries for attention (unless they are, which, yes, they certainly can be).

A few remarks on style: Cohen is "highly stylized" as they say. He has a real knack for tweaking normal uses of words and phrases into something evocative and clever and aesthetically interesting and pleasurable. He coins several neologisms and portmanteaus (shortlist of e.g.’s: assisterati, ATMized, kikeabilly, paragraphicules, rodentia, pornonym, pentaquel) and goes on controlled jags of ecstatic exposition and sometimes wonderfully congested prose of the sort that are right up my readerly-writerly alley.

The first story, "Emission," is narrated by a writer character whom I just assumed was a skewed stand-in of sorts for the actual author (despite the very first sentence of the story being, "This isn’t that classic conceit where you tell a story about someone and it’s really just a story about yourself.") while most of the story focuses upon a character he meets straightaway named Mono, a lower-end-of-the-mid-level drug dealer who shares an embarrassing sexual story about himself one night while dipping into his own supply of Columbia's finest chattiest substance with some customers. This story works its way into the ubiquitous electronic web and Cohen gives a dramatic and humorous glimpse (via the rather banal) into the information-multiplying/-mutating and permanence-seeking nature of the internet's double-edged sword of easy and instant access.

In "McDonald’s" a writer, again, is recounting a story that he's been working on to his father (and later on, his mother) and throughout this he is vehemently avoiding using the titular word, the name of the entity symbolized by the world's most recognizable corporate logo, while also making such obvious reference to it that the avoidance is clearly a lost battle from the beginning (it is the story's one word title after all). The story brilliantly captures the crossroads where cynicism, cynicism-about-cynicism, the desire to create unique and meaningful art while acknowledging the need to harness and deal with the most ubiquitous and ugly and banal things all collide and collude and tangle and fidget uncomfortably, etc. The final descriptions of then actually entering a Golden Arches clone I found to be compelling in a straightforward realist's kind of way—a melancholic meta-meditation on the great golden M and all that might well come uncoiling forth during such ruminations.

"The College Borough" really knocked my socks off. Again, it is writing about writing, but not in the manner of the usual suspects. This time the narrator is a former writer, whose most important transformation—a transformation of which the (strange and inventive) reasons and motivations behind are later revealed—comes to be when he (and the rest of his fellow writing students) gives up writing in exchange for something more concrete (e.g. "A writer can write "the room had a couch," or a writer can just give up writing, go out and drag a couch back into the room"), a united purpose—a purpose of which isn't revealed until the final, and rather haunting, sentence of the story. There's a central element of the story that linked itself in my mind to the replication of Manhattan in Blueprints of the Afterlife and Caden Cotard's crazed recreation of the same in an abandoned warehouse in the film Synecdoche, New York. To say much more of the plot would be to say too much.

"Sent" is a real doozy. The longest of the four messages, clocking in on my Kindle at 39% of the book. It's broken into two very much disconnected-seeming sections: I. The Bed and II. Moc. How the first really connects to the demarcated chunk that follows it is something I'd need a second read to possibly decipher in any remotely plausible way. The first involves a sort of older-than-time folktale that seamlessly merges into a woodcarving on a bed, which we then follow through several generations, until its grotesque demise. It's oddly compelling. First highlighted line about two pages in was, "Imagine you chopped open a tree and inside was a very small tree. That’s what it's like to be human. To be both conscious and conscious of one day not being—and so we seed another."

To briskly over-summate, the latter section mostly orbits around pornography and casts said phenomena in a rather (surely 99% deservingly) horrible light. However, as the final pages begin to close in, it becomes rather clear that the production and use and existence of pornography (especially in the hyper-driven-on-all-levels context of the internet) is simply used as a vehicle for driving a deeper point home about the growing presence of heavily computationally-mediated relationships between human beings, and it delivers in a way that very much captures "how the world acts on my nerve endings," quothe the Wallace. The whole thing, both discrete sections, is vividly and jarringly symbol-laden and one could spend a significant and enjoyable swath of time and energy unpacking its richly imagined details.

I often feel a bit of angst about the Internet Age, but it is counter-balanced by an undeniable love and gratitude for it as well. I think some of this has to do with shifting moods and outlooks that don’t necessarily have much to do with something as broadly defined as "technology" or "the internet." I turn to Ryan Boudinot’s Blueprints of the Afterlife to indirectly (but still directly) illustrate this point succinctly:

"Anytime things were going right for you, the future of the world seemed bright. Anytime they were going wrong, the imminent collapse of civilization was at hand. Can't you see how thoroughly you projected your own subjective vision of reality on the world?"

This is not (as one might errantly imagine) merely a book tsk-tsking the corrupt and lonely modern age—I absolutely doubt Cohen's any sort of deluded anarcho-primitivist—but nor does it want to simply lay down and passively be mowed over by Progress and Technology either. It’s a skeptical inquiry but also a kind of exuberant embrace and one that understands that technology is something that both moves and is moved by us--done so at times inelegantly and with unpredictable outcomes, well-intentioned and malevolent, reckless and cautious, with love and with pathos, but always collectively, whether we like it or not, as a Leviathan with perhaps too many heads, but one that is undeniably, irrevocably us.
6 of 7 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars One Crazy Cyber Adventure Aug. 14 2012
By Dr. Wilson Trivino - Published on
Format: Paperback
Frank Zappa said "without deviations from the norm, progress is not possible." In Four New Messages by Joshua Cohen takes the reader on a wild adventure from the virtual to the real.
Noted as one of the rising writing stars under forty, this is Cohen's sixth book. In Four New Messages he has distinct stories that have a common underlining thing of transitioning from what is considered the norm.
The four are "Emissions" where a drug leader is exposed virtually by a blog gone viral. The second is "McDonalds" whereas a frustrated pharmaceutical copywriter deals with an internal struggle. Then the "College Borough" a New York novelist goes on a mid-west odyssey seeking to build replicas of the Flatiron Building. My favorite and most titillating is "Sent" where a journalist discovered a village that shelters all the women who've appeared in his favorite internet porn.
The book starts can be a bumpy ride but makes for an interesting fast pace read. It is truly a work made for our short attention span world.
3 of 3 people found the following review helpful
4.0 out of 5 stars Very mixed emotions April 29 2013
By Daniel Digby III - Published on
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The author clearly needs/needed to watch more porn. Actual porn. With people. Who had sex.

He takes interesting stories and characters and tucks them behind a screen. On that screen he is projecting himself masturbating with and masticating words. Amid the shadows cast by his characters, he builds idle verbal frictions leading to some flurry/eruption. Sort of pointless. Sort of disgusting. At the same time, Cohen is clearly enjoying himself. His characters still struggle to make themselves known in the midst of the distraction, his plot coaxes you forward. I enjoyed the first two stories much more than the second two.

Overall I wanted to rate the collection a two, but I am just too heistant to not value the degree of pleasure Cohen is having.

Like porn, Cohen (on the screen/page) is having the pleasure and we are watching and left to figure out for ourselves how disgusted to be.
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful
4.0 out of 5 stars Writing of almost neurotic intensity, but the manic energy can't mask that sometimes it falls kind of flat. May 6 2014
By jafrank - Published on
Format: Paperback
Cohen is a babbler. Like James Joyce, Thomas Pynchon, et al., his sentences are long, winding exercises in syntactic hysterics. He moves between neurosis, wit, despair and epiphany with the pedal-to-the-floor kind of energy of someone who wants to tell you about everything (in every thematic register) at once. I'm not sure these stories, all of which crack wise in one way or another on our overtly technologized, deeply interneted lives, are really anything more than an excuse to string together sentences with half a dozen subjects and objects and referents both internal and external.

The first (and best) story, Emission feels almost like something William Gibson would write if he got more into literary fiction, and paints a delirious picture of our crazed, globalized world from a single deeply unfortunate blog post. The rest offer a perpetually evolving hodgepodge of meta-fiction and meta-myth; sometimes it works, sometimes it falls flat. I really admire the sheer intellectual exuberance it takes to write like this at all, but I think he's trying a little too hard to impress.