In our morning reading: an interview with Sam Pink, fiction by Melissa Broder and Lucie Britsch, and more.
Sunday Stories: “Sex Robots”
Sex Robots by Lucie Britsch My family like to eat but my father thinks that sounds like we’re all obese so he says we’re foodies because he read it somewhere and thinks it sounds like it might be a rock band from the 70’s.
Sunday Stories: “That dumb space movie”
That dumb space movie by Lucie Britsch It is Halloween and they have made us dress up because there is a party after work and they thought that if we were already in our costumes we were be more likely to stay for the party than go home and then probably almost definitely not come back because who goes to a work Halloween party by choice?
Sunday Stories: “Stop procrastinating and start your own food business”
Stop procrastinating and start your own food business by Lucie Britsch That was the name of the course. Stop procrastinating and start your own food business. Ok! I will! I thought, and I might have even punched the air, but no jumping I hadn’t realised that was what I was doing but who was I to argue with this guy. This guy in his plaid shirt with his rugged beard holding a wooden crate on his shoulder like he knew […]
Weekend Bites: Alexandra Kleeman, Margaret Wappler Interviewed, Nisi Shawl, Sam McPheeters’s Latest, and More
In our weekend reading: thoughts on Alexandra Kleeman’s new collection, interviews with Margaret Wappler and Nisi Shawl, and more.
Afternoon Bites: Fernando Pessoa and Lisbon, Tommy Pico, Protomartyr and Pizza, Megan Abbott, and More
In our afternoon reading: Jim Ruland on Fernando Pessoa, an excerpt from Tommy Pico’s new book, an interview with Megan Abbott, and more.
Morning Bites: Jesse Ball and Literary Backgammon, Scaachi Koul Nonfiction, Fictional Comics, and More
In our morning reading: Jesse Ball and Isaac Fitzgerald played backgammon, new essays from Scaachi Koul and Lucie Britsch, and more.
Sunday Stories: “Jim and Jen’s Trouser Problem”
Jim and Jen’s Trouser Problem by Lucie Britsch Jim has a problem His jeans have died And he killed them He always thought it would be his mother Who still did his laundry