In our morning reading: an interview with Lucie Britsch, taking books with Charles Yu, and more.
Morning Bites: “Beowulf” Revisited, Suburban Lit, Daisy Johnson’s Latest, Lucie Britsch, and More
In our morning reading: thoughts on new books by Maria Dahvana Headley and Daisy Johnson, an interview with Lucie Britsch, and more.
Sunday Stories: “TV Idiots”
by Lucie Britsch
My phone buzzed and I ignored it. It buzzed again. My boss was calling me. I answered it.
I bought a zoo, he shouted. He was outside somewhere, on his way to the office, or in a mental ward.
What? I said. I was just getting to work, my eyes barely open.
I bought a zoo, he shouted again. Well, it was a zoo, it’s empty now.
Weekend Bites: Lucie Britsch, Hugo Award Winners, N.K. Jemisin, Laura Bogart Interviewed, and More
In our weekend reading: an interview with Lucie Britsch, thoughts on books by N.K. Jemisin and John Fram, and more.
Afternoon Bites: Laurie Anderson Interviewed, Lucie Britsch, Eugene Lim Fiction, S.P. Miskowski, and More
In our afternoon reading: interviews with Laurie Anderson and S.P. Miskowski, fiction by Eugene Lim, and more.
Vol.1 Brooklyn’s June 2020 Book Preview
So it’s June. We’ll be honest — this was unexpectedly delayed from earlier in the month and then delayed again. It’s an unsettling time out there, for so many reasons. Here are some books due out this month. We’re excited about them. Maybe you will be, too. Maybe you’ll find something in one of them to better understand the world; maybe you’ll find something in one of them to give you a moment of levity during a trying time.
Afternoon Bites: Mira Jacob, Samuel R. Delany Interviewed, Lucy Ives Nonfiction, Lucie Britsch Fiction, and More
In our afternoon reading: interviews with Mira Jacob and Samuel R. Delany, revisiting the social novel, and more.
Sunday Stories: “Night Sharks”
by Lucie Britsch
She warned me on our first night together that there might be sharks. Not just regular ones but night ones, swimming around the bed. If I wanted to call it off, she understood.
I said we could go back to mine but she said it didn’t matter, the sharks would still come.