I was waiting outside the grocery store for my wife, because Coronavirus-time rules here state that only one family member can enter the store at a time, and it was her turn. It was a sunny late autumn afternoon and I was walking around the parking lot for exercise, and I happened to walk by a magazine stand when this book caught my eye. I read the blurbs on the back and was so intrigued I asked the stand attendant how much it cost. “Fifty Pesos,” he said (“hmm, that’s only one dollar and a few pennies in U.S. currency” I thought, “and it is a literary novel written in English in a Spanish-speaking country. Is this a deal or what, and is this a coincidence, or did this novel find me?” I paid the attendant, carried the book to our vehicle, and put it in my backpack, right next to my journal. Now it will be my outside-of-the-house reader and . . . “Ladies Coupé” by Anita Noir – http://anitanair.net
It took months on the library waitlist for me to obtain the audiobook for So You Want to Talk about Race. Written by Ijeoma Oluo, this book is one of the best foundational texts addressing racism in the U.S. and how we can begin to fight against it, creating a more safe and equitible society […]
By KATIE WALSH TRIBUNE NEWS SERVICE | JUN 02, 2020 | 10:41 AM
The first exchange in the brilliant, brutal “Shirley” is telling about what’s to come. A young woman, Rose (Odessa Young), finishes reading a short story (“The Lottery” by Shirley Jackson) and recounts the tale to her husband, Fred (Logan Lerman). “That’s creepy,” he observes. “It’s terrific,” she sighs. And so begins this creepy and terrific film about horror/mystery writer Jackson, portrayed here by Elisabeth Moss with her singularly feral ferocity.
Director Josephine Decker takes a bruising screenplay written by Sarah Gubbins, adapted from a novel by Susan Scarf Merrell, and delivers nothing less than a masterpiece, a powerhouse of performance, style and subtext. It is witchy and wordy and bracingly feminist; it is disorienting and strangely erotic and unpredictable. It feels “thrillingly horrible” at times, the term Rose uses to describe “The Lottery” to Shirley, winning her over.
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Great short story/non-fiction piece here, by Rustin Larson.
I keep seeing my father drive around town in a yellow 1975 Chevrolet Impala. This is fine as far as most people (who don’t know my father) are concerned—it’s just that my brothers and I buried dad in November, 2001. For several very practical reasons, dad should be quietly resting in the cemetery and not tooling around town.
I often catch sight of him when I’m driving one of the kids somewhere, to school or some activity. He will be driving in the opposite direction, his ears cocked and his eyes tuned to space as if he were listening to the radio, trying to catch the college basketball scores or something. His face is drawn and empty as when I last saw him alive, in his hospital bed, asking for a sip of apple juice.
…read the rest here: https://rustinlarson.wordpress.com/2008/10/24/the-yellow-impala/
Sanaë Lemoine‘s debut novel, The Margot Affair, to be released mid June and available for preorder now in hardcover or on Kindle.
A Parisian coming of age tale from a bright new voice in literary fiction.
French teenager Margot is the illegitimate daughter of a prominent stage actress and an influential politician. The comings and goings of their unconventional family, in a small Parisian apartment, cast her whole life under a veil of secrecy and shame.
One summer, Margot decides to exercise her own agency when she meets a well-regarded journalist whose trust seems surprisingly easy to gain. But as Margot is drawn into an adult world, she learns how one impulsive decision can change the contours of her life, and the lives of those around her, in ways she could never have imagined.
In this simmering debut Sanae Lemoine explores private and public faces, truth and deceit, love and persuasion. The Margot Affair is a novel about the bone-deep bond between mothers and daughters, the devotion and betrayal of friendship and the dangers of pushing beyond the boundaries of a life lived in the shadows.
A Writer’s Lament or Ten Years Among the Wordmongers
Dedicated to David Shumate and Tracy Mishkin
by Mac Greene
So, here I am, a word bumbler trying to transform into an emerging writer, crawling through the smashing surf onto one of the endless islands in the Archipelago Poetico. My Grand Canyon poem washes up in Hawaii. The zombie piece rots on Deadman’s Rock. Several haiku gardens blossom in Japonesia. I land a Christmas tree and a raft of ravens on Wilderness Isle, just as waves slam me down and pull me back to sea. My chapbook lights up the phosphorescentalgae, and then fizzles in the pounding waves. Drums and orators vociferate around all-night campfires on SlamBam as my rap poem bobs in a craft beer bottle. I steer clear of the broken crags and ivory towers of MFAland, especially Solipsism Reef and Overly Mannerd.
Writers emerge from water spouts and…
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Hi. I thought this might construe to ‘hope’ regarding the current global crisis.
a male cardinal
passes a seed to its mate
by Stephen Page
thanks to Caroline Skanne, Editor
hedgerow: a journal of small poems #123
#123—the spring print issue is here! : https://hedgerowhaiku.com/…/123-the-spring-print-issue-is-…/
Caroline Skanne Hedgerow: a journal of small poems Stephen Page
After great pain, a formal feeling comesAfter great pain, a formal feeling comes –The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs –The stiff Heart questions ‘was it He, that bore,’And ‘Yesterday, or Centuries before’?The Feet, mechanical, go round –A Wooden wayOf Ground, or Air, or Ought –Regardless grown,A Quartz contentment, like a stone –This is the Hour…