Saturday 3/4: Peter Blackstock, senior editor at Grove Atlantic, curates Queer as Volk as part of the Festival Neue Literatur. Powerhouse Arena, 6 p.m, free. Timothy Liu and Christopher Salerno…
Sunday 1/29: Write to elected officials. Community Bookstore, 7 p.m., free. Robert Marshall, Clifford Chase, Alexander Chee, Lisa Cohen, and Matt Sharpe join the Sunday Night Fiction series. KGB Bar,…
Saturday 12/3: Natalie Diaz and T’ai Freedom Ford join the Segue Series. Zinc Bar, 4:30 p.m., $5. Sunday 12/4: Jonathan Lethem discusses Italo Calvino. The Center for Fiction, 7…
For Playboy, Alexandra Kleeman (You Too Can Have A Body Like Mine) interviews Colin Winnette. On writing his most recent novel Haints Stay, Winnette says his process was like “spending a year…
The artist statement is not just a representation of what you are working on, but an intervention in what you are working on. If you start saying, I aim to…
She hasn’t been shown any other options. But can she invent a new option? Over at Bookforum, Anelise Chen sits down with Alexandra Kleeman, author of the new collection Intimations,…
In a New York Times book review of Alexandra Kleeman’s short story collection, Intimations, Hermione Hoby writes: Like an alien intent on some meticulous anthropological mission on Earth, Alexandra Kleeman…
In a Salon interview, authors Teddy Wayne and Alexandra Kleeman talk to each other about their recent books, character- and world-building, and alienation and anxiety in their novels. “Every story…
Just over a year ago, Alexandra Kleeman’s much-praised debut novel You Too Can Have a Body Like Mine was published and hailed as a new kind of feminist post-modernism, merging…
Not a one of these is a “beach read,” though I read many of them on the beach. Every one of these novels and short story collections transported me deeper…
Reading novels breaks down the boundary between “me” and “not me.” Over at the Atlantic, Nicholas Dames writes about a deeply worrying feeling that contemporary fiction isn’t living up to…
It was like being marched through someone’s private idea of a perfect night, a night where I was the center but one that had curiously little to do with me…