Alexandra Kleeman
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Notable NYC: 1/28–2/3
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, 7 p.m., free. Daniel José Older, Morgan Parker, Ashley C. Ford,…
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Dreams, Manifestos, and What Times Are Best for Writing
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 or so in my own private Western.” On his short…
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Talk Literary to Me
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 do this and not to do this, maybe it keeps…
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Women and Instrumentality
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, to talk about femininity, dread, and menace in her stories,…
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Writerly Conversation
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 I write begins with a different distribution of knowns and…
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Anna March’s Reading Mixtape #26: Fiction I Read and Loved This Summer
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 into myself. Every one of these books excited me and…
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Autofiction and Empathy
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 Cervantes’s standards, opting for nihilistic individualism rather than empathy.
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Odes to Lolita, the Sexuagenarian
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 at all—all of which is to say that in an…