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Morbid Festivity: An Interview with Jerry Stahl

Early on in Happy Mutant Baby Pills, author Jerry Stahl invokes Naked Lunch—a nervy move, I thought, since what book, what writer, could weather the comparison? Jerry Stahl can.

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The Dismal Science: An Excerpt

“Rumor had it that breakfast at the World Bank’s cafeteria wasn’t as good as breakfast at the IMF’s cafeteria, even though both were made by Marriot from identical recipes and ingredients. The debate was, of course, not about breakfast at all; it was about the participants in the debate, a select group in the twin organizations, where breakfast wasn’t popular, since most people took it at home. Joining the debate indicated you were prepared to take at least two of your daily meals at the office, which suggested ambition.”

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Winter Reading: Alexander Maksik

You can now read Alexander Maksik’s contribution to our Winter issue online. We spoke with the author about the strange world that is “Trim Palace.” gg Tin House: What was the biggest obstacle in writing “Trim Palace”? Alexander Maksik: In earlier drafts, I included a great deal more of Pete’s life – past and present. […]

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Christmas Flash

When the whole family gathered—when the dogs of cousins vaguely remembered one another and settled in friendly heaps under the long table around which young parents affectionately bemoaned the little ones upstairs rumbling with the horsepower of imagined engines, and the very old ladies downstairs, passing peacefully away in corners, growing young again, strapping on […]

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Shirley Jackson Contest Winner – Pazit Cahlon!

We had scores of submissions, sent in from all over the world. The competition was stiff and all the stories memorable. A huge congratulations—and lots of great prizes—go out to our winner Pazit Cahlon! We also want to extend a hearty shout-out of praise to our first runner-up, Bill Gavula and our second runner-up, Megan Taylor! So, […]

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Wisdom Coupon: Nicholson Baker

“Minor, major—those words have never done much for me. I don’t understand them. The question any novel is really trying to answer is, Is life worth living? That’s a major question, a huge question, but the best way to ­answer it might not be to crank the novelistic universe into a crude, lurching ­motion by […]

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Your Weekly Forecast: Halldór Laxness

“Shortly afterwards it started raining, very innocently at first, but the sky was packed tight with cloud and gradually the drops grew bigger and heavier, until it was autumn’s dismal rain that was falling—rain that seemed to fill the entire world with its leaden beat, rain suggestive in its dreariness of everlasting waterfalls between the […]

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November 22, 1963: Zapruder’s Viewfinder

An excerpt from Adam Braver’s novel, November 22, 1963

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Avalanches

The day Gaëlle forgot language, I was arranging a bouquet of roses and eucalyptus at our house north of town. My husband Fred and I were supposed to have dinner when her nurse called and told me Gaëlle suffered a stroke. I walked out the door, forgot the flowers, and took off for the rest […]

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November 22, 1963: Dressing in the Hotel Texas

An excerpt from Adam Braver’s novel, November 22, 1963

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Your Weekly Forecast: Sherwood Anderson

“The fruition of the year had come and the night should have been fine with a moon in the sky and the crisp sharp promise of frost in the air, but it wasn’t that way. It rained and little puddles of water shone under the street lamps on Main Street. In the woods in the […]

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Chain

All complaints concern sky viewing. For example, wedged between my office door and floor last week I found a parchment written by Caldor Clemens with Tree branches are air-veins to be beheaded, down with them. I placed the parchment with the others. I too am a great admirer of colors above. Selah and I want […]

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Heart of Darkness, Page 99

I have lost some books in the re-reading. Stories which fell far short or disappointed me bitterly in some totally unexpected way once revisited. Heart of Darkness, like Moby-Dick and a handful of others, is one of those rare books that seems to pull me into it more deeply upon each re-reading. The brief and […]

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Heart of Darkness, Page 76

Kurtz is so very much more than a character, or a “remarkable man,” although he is also both of those things. Kurtz is a martyr, a saint, and an idea, and ideas live on long after those who created them have passed. Near the conclusion of Heart of Darkness Marlow explains that Kurtz is remarkable […]

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This Is Between Us, An Excerpt

I have an empty perfume bottle that I took from my first girlfriend a long time ago.

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Heart of Darkness, Page 27

“They wandered here and there with their absurd long staves in their hands, like a lot of faithless pilgrims bewitched inside a rotten fence.”

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Heart of Darkness, Page 19

“They were dying slowly—it was very clear. They were not enemies, they were not criminals, they were nothing earthly now—nothing but black shadows of disease and starvation, lying confusedly in the greenish gloom.”

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In Famine

I. How during the Hunger Winter the Dutch ate their tulips. How they peeled away the bulbs’ dry and papery tunics, licked their lips, and counted their children’s ribs. How they shaved smooth the hairy roots, sliced out the riotous yellow buds at the center, diced and fried the tulip meat with brown beans and salt. […]

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The Devil and the Nun

They called her La Baudilia, because she was the exact female version of her brother, that famous Baudilio Cartablanca, who later ended a long career as a Venezuelan revolutionary, dying a renegade. She had the same sharp nose, the same bulging eyes, and the same measured and gentle way of speaking that hid, or tried […]

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Shirley Jackson Short Story Contest!

Complete Shirley Jackson’s Unfinished Story!

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The Weather Report: Thomas Pynchon

“Santa Anas had been blowing all the smog out of downtown L.A., funneling between the Hollywood and Puente Hills on westward through Gordita Beach and out to sea, and this had been going on for what seemed like weeks now. Offshore winds had been too strong to be doing the surf much good, but surfers […]

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An Interview With Peter Orner

Since 2008 whenever I’ve taught bored teenagers and I sense I need to wake them up, or entice them to believe that literature can be exciting, I go straight to a rapturously written excerpt from Peter Orner’s extraordinary novel The Second Coming of Mavala Shikongo. (A taste: “Her cheeks sag off her face like grocery […]

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And Finally the Tragedy

And finally the tragedy. The boy’s parents selected a wooden casket with fine grained eddies streaking its polished sides, ready to be lowered into a family plot when they found him.

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The Revolution of Every Day: An Excerpt

“It won’t be enough to seal the outside doors, or even all the apartment doors,” Gerrit told everyone. “We have to do that, and more.” He told them how they did it in Amsterdam, how they needed to build layers of defense. “This is how it’s done,” he said. “This is what we need to […]

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The House’s Beating Heart

We discovered the house’s beating heart when Margaret poured the dregs of her papier mâché project down the kitchen drain.

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