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The Dream State of Metafiction & Wild Freedom of Short Stories: An Interview with Jess Row
“I wanted to do something very different. Something more explicitly political, more deeply experimental in the sense of using metafiction, not just as a clever way of reminding the reader that they’re reading a construct, but metafiction that really digs…
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The Space We Make for Each Other
My son taught me that the way someone moves through the world isn’t a problem to solve. It’s a measure of how much room we are willing to make.
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Amelia
No era apenas que ella estuviese perdiendo de vista a las personas y las cosas. Más bien parecía como si todo se estuviera disolviendo. Incluso las memorias estaban perdiendo sus contornos. La playa, la muchedumbre sobre la arena, sus primas…
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Awkward Intimacy
“We have built a world that privileges stimulation over presence and convenience over mutuality. There is an American dimension to this worth naming: a culture organized around individual achievement, self-reliance, and the mythology of pulling oneself up by one’s bootstraps…
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The Mystery Isn’t Figured Out: A Conversation with Julia Alvarez
“Publication is punctuation. It’s also a distraction, but it’s necessary because you want to close the circle. When you’re a storyteller or a writer that puts the work out there, having a listener, someone who receives it, completes it and…
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Small Wonder
“What’s got you obsessed with this? Late night redditing?” “No,” Kathy said. “I think I dreamt about it. About being her. The girl robot. You know how dreams are; it’s all a jumble and you forget as soon as you…
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What Forced My Father to Buy Our First TV?
Give us a movie with a good fight, a wild spectacle of flying fists and stylized blood, and we were in heaven. Looking back, it wasn’t just about the action. It was a psychological displacement, a two-hour escape from a…
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If You Love That Lady
We were, I thought, as Karl Barthsaid about Mozart’s music, drawing weight and significancefrom the yes at our center that overpowered and contained a no.A bow rubbed against an ancient string. Thunder caught between atmosphereand earth, windows struck by heaven’s…
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Wolf Spiders
At the end of the week my grandma came and got me. I wasn’t really close to my grandma, because she lived two states away in Arizona, but Arizona was two states away from my dad, so when she asked…
