Emmalea Russo’s debut book, G, is both tightly organized and extremely obscure. Russo’s artistic intentions are quite present, but their actual shape is impossible to discern. Reading G is a reflective experience, and each reader’s experience is going to be different, depending on the inside of her own head. The book forms an extended series of small mirrors, obscuring and exposing meaning. It’s Barthes’s “Death of the Author” in action.