Just recently, last fall in fact, I had extensive spinal surgery for a condition called “spondylolisthesis.” If you can pronounce this you likely have it. To give the surgeon a better view of my interior carcass I was slashed from . . .
She was eighteen and just out of high school. He was twenty-eight and just out of prison. Her name at that time was Maryann Bray, although it had replaced the name she was given at birth. His name at that . . .
In this podcast, Ben Lerner reads his poem, “Index of Themes.” In our Brick 91, you can also read Catherine Bush’s interview with Lerner, where they talk about his novel Leaving the Atocha Station.
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*Note: In this 2013 interview, Tsitsi Dangarembga discusses a book called Chronicle of an Indomitable Daughter which was later published as This Mournable Body, shortlisted for the 2020 Booker Prize.
In 1988, at the age of twenty-eight, Tsitsi Dangarembga published . . .
For our special feature on endings in Brick 91, Jan Zwicky took a different tack than her fellow contributors. Instead of focusing on the ending of a beloved short story or novel, she moved us with her interpretation of a . . .
I first read Penelope Fitzgerald’s novels in 1999 when my son was a newborn. Each book is so short it can be easily held in one hand, the pages turned with the thumb, perfect for breastfeeding. Short they may be, . . .
Perhaps one reason why I so love the ending of Mavis Gallant’s story “The Ice Wagon Going Down the Street” is that I’ve never quite understood it. I always think that if I reread it one more time, its meaning . . .
This short story seems wholly about endings. It’s set during the embers of August and at the edge of a continent. It’s in the voice of an old miner who, with his longtime crew, is awaiting his next and possibly . . .
At the end of James Baldwin’s Go Tell It on the Mountain, after a dusk-to-dawn prostration before God at the altar of his church, John, the fourteen-year-old protagonist, gives his soul to Christ. On the penultimate page of the . . .
I read Denis Johnson’s Jesus’ Son in 1995 when I was in graduate school, and it’s affected every ending I’ve ever written since. Even the endings to emails.
In case you haven’t read it, the book is called a short . . .