My (very) short story “Pretzel Girl” is up at FiveChapters; it’s part of their second annual Infinite Chapters series, wherein a story is posted each day for a little over two weeks. So far, there are stories by Paul Yoon and Jami Attenberg, among others.
Appearing Elsewhere
Mutual Self-Interest in Bad Decline
In the wake of Hurricane Sandy, America needs George Saunders. Fortunately, the editors at The New Yorker's Shouts and Murmurs blog appear to understand this.
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A Poet in Need
Friends, former students and admirers are rallying around poet Dean Young. Young, who has taught at the University of Iowa Writers' Workshop and a number of other MFA programs, is in need of a heart transplant, and fellow poet Tony Hoagland has put out a call for help. (Thanks Arna)
Help Put Books in the Hands of NYC Kids
ReadThis and The Center for Fiction are throwing a day-long event featuring the likes of Elizabeth Gilbert, Rick Moody, Kurt Andersen, Sam Lipsyte, and Jamaica Kincaid. It's taking place at 17 East 47th Street in Manhattan on Saturday April 10th. "The price of admission? Your donation of two or more new or gently used board books through grade 12."
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Justin Taylor Threepeat
Did you dig “After Ellen,” Justin Taylor’s short story in The New Yorker? How about his interview for the Page-Turner blog? Yea? Well here’s even more: Joshua Cohen talks with The Gospel of Anarchy author for Jewish Book Council.
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Flying Mice
Seemingly from the realm of science fiction comes a recent announcement from NASA's Jet Propulsion Laboratory: Scientists there have succeeded in levitating mice.
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Wordpocalypse
In the beginning, God died, and it was bad. Then the pun died too, and despair came over the people.
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Good story, Edan. Pretzel Girl made me laugh and wince: “But I’m partner!”
Thanks so much, Michelle! (By the way, your personalization in my mother-in-law’s copy of Blame (“Quit that darn book club!”) had her hooting with laughter.