In our afternoon reading: an interview with Samantha Irby, a playlist from William Boyle, and much more.
Morning Bites: Morgan Parker Nonfiction, Michael J. Seidlinger, Revisiting Miles Davis, Laura van den Berg, and More
In our morning reading: nonfiction by Morgan Parker and Laura van den Berg, an excerpt from Troy James Weaver’s novel, and more.
Eternal Angst: A Review of Troy James Weaver’s “Temporal”
I was fifteen, standing on a step ladder in my parent’s closet, holding my dad’s gun to my head. No, wait, maybe I was sixteen? Either way, there was me and this ladder and this nine-millimeter to my temple. The ladder was ‘cause Dad kept the gun on top of a large dresser. The gun was ‘cause I was done with the bullshit. What happened next doesn’t matter, because it didn’t end there – all the angst and inner turmoil, […]
Morning Bites: Revisiting “2666,” Paula Bomer, Oneida’s Latest, Gabriel Ojeda-Sague, and More
In our morning reading: an excerpt from Jonathan Russell Clark’s new book about 2666, writing by Paula Bomer, and much more.
Vol.1 Brooklyn’s March 2018 Book Preview
What does the literary aspect of March 2018 look like? The word expansive comes to mind. New works by longtime favorite writers, incisive cultural histories, and powerful works in translation are all appearing in bookstores this month–an impressive array of books for a wide variety of readers. Here are a few of the titles that we’ll be on the lookout for this month. (All release dates and artwork are subject to change.)
Morning Bites: Lee Ranaldo, Revisiting “Twin Peaks,” Troy James Weaver Interviewed, and More
In our morning reading: Lee Ranaldo on life-changing albums, great small press books, punk-inspired literature, and more.
Morning Bites: Joshua Mohr Interviewed, Story Prize Finalists, A “Silent Beaches, Untold Stories” Playlist, Troy James Weaver, and More
In our morning reading: interviews with Joshua Mohr and Troy James Weaver, the Story Prize finalists for 2017, and more.
Sunday Stories: “Abelard Dies”
Abelard Dies by Troy James Weaver Each moment of finding is a getting lost. —Clarice Lispector I. The fog is thick over the dockyards, seagulls bursting over me in unseen flurries. Smells of fish and barnacles and salt, putrid and silvery—the alcohol that ran thick in his blood. The sailors and dockworkers are moving in and out of their positions, getting ready for what the day will bring them much in quantity and repetition, the sun not yet there, just […]