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
It’s Not You
Hotels were different in those days. You could smoke in them. The rooms had bathtubs, where you could also smoke. You didn’t need a credit card or identification, though you might be made to sign the register, so later the private detective—just like that, we’re in a black-and-white movie, though I speak only of the long-ago days of 1993—could track you down. Maybe you anticipated the private detective, and used an assumed name.
Nobody was looking for me. I didn’t use an assumed name, though I wasn’t myself. I’d had my heart broken, or so I thought, I’d been shattered in a collision with a man, or so I thought, and I went to the fabled pink hotel just outside the Midwestern town where I lived. The Narcissus Hotel: it sat on the edge of a lake and admired its own reflection. Behind, a pantomime lake, an amoebic swimming pool, now drained, empty lounge chairs all around. January 1: cold, b . . .