by Juhi Singhal Karan and Rachel Leal
We’re exhorted to not judge a book by its cover, dear reader, and yet there surely is a book or two that shoulders its way into our bookshelves purely on the strength of its jacket design. Continue reading
by Juhi Singhal Karan and Rachel Leal
We’re exhorted to not judge a book by its cover, dear reader, and yet there surely is a book or two that shoulders its way into our bookshelves purely on the strength of its jacket design. Continue reading
I found flash fiction (originally called short-shorts) in the 1980s when my brain exploded reading the work of Amy Hempel. Around the same time, the tiny, densely sad and gorgeous chapters of Monkeys by Susan Minot similarly stole my heart. Continue reading
by Lillian Ann Slugocki
The diction is razor sharp, the approach direct, and the persona doesn’t mind offending you. She’s as transgressive as the heroine in Sylvia Plath’s “Lady Lazarus” rising out of the ash, except the serious writer is on a broomstick, wearing Groucho Marx glasses. Continue reading