Paris. Wednesday, April 23, 1969 The Dalís came to lunch. Met in the Ritz bar. Salvador Dalí, a splendid figure with his joke mustache, his goldheaded cane (belonged to Victor Hugo), his diamond stickpin (Alfonso XIII’s), and his ruffles and velvets from the marché aux puces. Gala, his wife, demure and restrained at first. We […]
Ten Best from the Queen of Crime
Over the course of six novels, the writer Christopher Bollen has demonstrated a knack for writing moody, intelligent mysteries that never sacrifice character development on the altar of thrills (though thrills there are aplenty). “You want life to mean something, and you want it to hurt when someone dies and you want to feel the […]
Mrs. Diet Coke
ELLA WIPES SUGAR OFF HER LAP, wrinkling her black mini dress from Vetements. With a half-empty bag of sour gummies on the adjacent seat, she hopes to ward off new passengers boarding the busy train. The candy and a Diet Coke are lunch on this bright Tuesday. It’s been a sunny afternoon, but on her […]
Three poems by Casey Jarrin
The Vampyropod waits in a drawer her ten tentacles unnoticed by paleontologists distracted by the flash of prehistoric sharks all those teeth grand aunt octopussat twelve centimeters across the size of a postcardthe length of your heart ten tiny limbs encased in Bear Gulch limestone under shifting Montana skies a lazy hawk a fast moving cloud before Rex and […]
Intermission
Instead of going to see an old movie,We go for a ride. You emit a feelingThat makes anyone in your companyCertain we are all loved by someone.I have several memories of each placeWe have been. There is no reason youShould remind me of my father’s longSilences, but I miss them now, and notBecause of you—which […]
Edmund White’s Year in Books
The author of the classic queer trilogy, A Boy’s Own Story, The Beautiful Room is Empty, and The Farewell Symphony wonders if writers still care enough about originality.
At Home with Beckett Rosset
I’m on the couch with Beckett Rosset watching a Giants game. He’s gifted me, like the thousands of guests he’s had in his home this year, the pleasure of chain smoking indoors. This afternoon, Beckett is getting ready for a reading he’ll perform in a few hours at Andy Maillet’s Room 2 salon series. He […]
What’s an Autodidact?
The journalist and biographer Jason McBride and I have some confusion about how we first met—definitely before we were in Germany together for a symposium. The marathon reading of Kathy Acker’s Blood and Guts in High School we both took part in? The Poetry Project at St. Mark’s Church in-the-Bowery? KGB Bar in New York’s […]
Emergency Contact
My brother’s eye was swollen shut. When he finally woke, opening the good one, he said sorry and thank you to everyone who checked his status. A nurse told me that after the ambulance had dropped him off, he wouldn’t stop yelling obscenities and taking swings at anyone who came near. Now the nursing staff […]
Bless the Perverts
If the artist Carlos Motta and the novelist Rabih Alameddine have a common purpose, it rests in their enthusiastic resistance to the overtures of dominant cultures. They revel in celebrating difference over assimilation, and lionizing the so-called pervert over the pure. Each places his talent at the service of counter-narratives, those stories that rarely make […]
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