In our afternoon reading: an interview with K-Ming Chang, thoughts on the year’s best music, and more.
Afternoon Bites: Sonny Rollins Interviewed, Adulkt Life, K-Ming Chang Fiction, 2020’s Best Books, and More
In our afternoon reading: an interview with Sonny Rollins, fiction by K-Ming Chang, and more.
Weekend Bites: K-Ming Chang, Gemma Files Revisited, Alisson Wood, Aoko Matsuda’s Stories, and More
In our weekend reading: new nonfiction by K-Ming Chang and Donna Hemans, an interview with Alisson Wood, and more.
Morning Bites: K-Ming Chang, Alain Mabanckou’s Latest, Makenna Goodman, Amy Shearn’s Playlist, and More
In our morning reading: an interview with K-Ming Chang, a playlist from Amy Shearn, and more.
Afternoon Bites: Kate Wyer Interviewed, Sufjan Stevens, Susanna Clarke’s Latest, K-Ming Chang, and More
In our afternoon reading: an interview with Kate Wyer, thoughts on the new Sufjan Stevens album, and more.
Afternoon Bites: Jeremy Robert Johnson, Curtis Smith Interviewed, K-Ming Chang, Kaveh Akbar’s Cover, and More
In our afternoon reading: a review of Jeremy Robert Johnson’s new novel, an interview with K-Ming Chang, and more.
Vol.1 Brooklyn’s September 2020 Book Preview
And now we’re in the month of September. Hello, September. From our space, it seems like the summer is beginning to abate somewhat — or at least it’s moved out of the “brutally hot and humid” camp. So if you’re looking for books to bridge the gap between summer reads and something cozier, here are a couple of suggestions.
Sunday Stories: “Auntland”
Auntland
by K-Ming Chang
I had an aunt who went to the dentist and asked to get her tongue pulled. We only do teeth, the dentist said, but did it anyway. She took her tongue home in a jar and flushed it down the toilet and years later a fisherman in Half Moon Bay made the evening news, waving my aunt’s tongue like a flag at the end of his pole. The police are still looking for the body it belonged to. I had an aunt who worked at a Chinese buffet and stole us a live crab, which my other aunt boiled alive, and when I tried to crack the legs with my teeth the way they did, one of my molars fractured into five and my other aunt, not that other aunt but this other other aunt, spent the rest of the night tweezing tooth-shrapnel out of my gums.