The Short Fiction Competition is open for entries! The judge is the dazzling Tommy Orange, whose debut novel, There There, won the 2019 PEN/Hemingway Award, was a finalist for the 2019 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction, and was among the most acclaimed books of the year...
Autumn de Wilde
Autumn de Wilde
H. P. Lovecraft
NEWS & EVENTS
The editors are thrilled to announce the release of the Summer 2019 edition, designed by the seminal punk photographer Ruby Ray, with contributions from BBC National Short Story Award-winner Sarah Hall and the late Christopher Isherwood, among others...
Three stories from our 2018 catalog have been selected for inclusion in the Best American Short Stories 2019 anthology...
FROM THE ARCHIVE
When the movie people left, the town grew sad. An air of disaster lingered in the stunned streets—of cuckoldry, or grief. There was something shameful to it, like defeated virtue, and also something confidential, because the townspeople were so in need of consolation they turned to one another with all their private burdens of ecstasy and despair. There had been in that season a run of extraordinary weather—as if the blank blue sky, the unshaded sun, and the minor, pleasurable breeze had all been arranged by the movie people. The weather lasted for the duration of filming and then began to turn, so that within a few weeks of the close of production a stiff, mineral wind had swept television aerials from roofs and disorganized the fragile root systems of more recently imported shrubbery.
My primary sense of this time is of a collective mourning in . . .