FICTION: Tragedy with a Gentle HandBy Bruce Seymour
Its no lie, Oscar H. Bennett can write. His brother lay on the front porch, on the old warped boards, eyes fixed on the bare bulb that hung above him. He was exposed lying there as if he were naked, because that is how it must feel when people can stare at you and you cant stare back.
FICTION: Soviet Caesars and State RaincoatsBy Kseniya Melnik
On the heels of the 20th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall comes a new translation of one of the most beloved and quotable Russian classicsThe Golden Calf by Ilya Ilf and Evgeny Petrov.
NON-FICTION: The Head DeadBy Christopher Vola
Did you know that Hunter Thompson was talking to his wife on the phone when he blew his brains across the room? That youre much more likely to kill yourself on a Monday than a Saturday? That before he intentionally overdosed on morphine, Sigmund Freuds cancer-infested mouth emanated a gangrenous odor so foul even his dog wouldnt go near him?
FICTION: Stairs and FlourishesBy John Madera
Joanna Howards lapidary debut On the Winding Stair is an escalier spiraling with brocaded lyricism, alternately swathed in darkness and bathed in phosphorescence.
NON-FICTION: Down for AccountBy Christopher Vola
It was a cold, foggy New England night in June 1979. 32-year-old journalist Robert Sabbag, whose debut Snowblind had recently earned him a spot on the New York Times bestseller list and permanent cult status as a preeminent chronicler of counterculture lore, was en route from LaGuardia to Cape Cod in a 19-passenger twin-engine jet. He never made it.
FICTION: It Was Better Not to Be Born at AllBy Cole Larsen
In her first novel, Living Room, Rachel Sherman singles out the most repulsive of her characters experiences: diarrhea, oral sex on a flaccid old penis, suicide flashbacks, screaming matches, and alcohol poisoning. These are experiences which could mark a book as gritty or realistic, but because the characters living them feel unexplored, the ugliness reads as false and gratuitous.
RAPID TRANSITBy Jeffrey Cyphers Wright
Maggie Nelson gives me a boinker. Her brain and her pussy are both talking in this genre-busting hybrid. Lyrical, philosophical, at times off color and always searching, our heroines magnetic persona grabs you.
TOKENSBy Tatiaana Laine, Renee E. D'Aoust, Nils Stolpe, Cody Upton, and Amber Benham
On September 15th 1959, Soviet premier Nikita Khrushchev was greeted by President Eisenhower and a 21-gun-salute at Andrews Air Force Base. Crowds predictably gathered in Washington in anticipation as the two leaders were driven into the city.
In Conversation with H. M. Naqvi
Wed become Japs, Jews, Niggers. We werent before. We fancied ourselves boulevardiers, raconteurs, renaissance men, AC, Jimbo, and me. We were mostly self-invented and self-made and certain we had our fingers on the pulse of the great global dialectic.
NONFICTION: Are We Cool?By Anis Shivani
The cool is dead, says Ted Gioia. Instead, the future belongs to a different personality type, marked by earnestness, sincerity, skepticism, simplicity, and hard-nosed assertiveness.