Dantiel W. Moniz’s debut story collection, Milk Blood Heat, pulsates with the everyday horrors of being alive.
When I picture a flash fiction story done well, a story that's getting so much across in this tiny space, I imagine a little snow globe or something that's bursting with how much is going on inside it.
The Lumberjack’s story is attractive because it offers readers some folkloric mysticism in the time of quarantine.
A few weeks ago, I sat down (virtually) with short story writer Jen Fawkes to discuss her debut story collection, Mannequin and Wife: Stories. We talked about the origin of her writing career, the ocean, and her goal of capturing the spectacular mundanity of everyday life through fiction.
By way of the supernatural, Saunders splices through the content of history textbooks and captures the emotional authenticity that factual accounts will never be able to capture — the gray area that gives space to grief and longing and love.
Spaghetti. A missing cat. Mysterious phone calls. Rossini on the radio. A napping protagonist. If I attempted to summarize Haruki Murakami’s The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle to you, it would be as though I had plopped the pieces of an entire Liberty jigsaw puzzle in your lap.