Stories of Distant Lands

Featuring reviews of:

  • Sidewalk Dancing by Letitia Moffitt
  • Ayiti by Roxane Gay
  • How Shall We Kill the Bishop? and Other Stories by Lily Mabura
  • The Beach at Galle Road by Joanna Luloff

A Conversation with Karen Russell

You have this cheery happy-hour denial that at any moment a wave or hurricane is going to come and erase the territory you once knew. When we were kids, Hurricane Andrew destroyed our house. I think that experience left an indelible mark on me.

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Straight Magic: Houdini and the Art of Illusion

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Poetry Feature: Diane Seuss

Featuring the poems:

  • Oh no, it’s one of those times
  • I snapped it over my knee like kindling.
  • There’s Some I Just Won’t Let Die
  • Free Beer

Poetry Feature: Aaron Baker

Featuring the poems:

  • Dark Matter
  • February Nocturne
  • The Old Nerve
  • Rural Especial Scene
  • After

Poetry Feature: Dan O’Brien

Featuring the poems:

  • The War Reporter Paul Watson Remembers the Escape
  • The War Reporter Paul Watson in the Colonies
  • The War Reporter Paul Watson and the Mountain Gorillas
  • The War Reporter Paul Watson Gives the Poet Some Advice
  • The War ReporterPaul Watson Interviews the Negotiator

Au Train de Vie: That Voice You Hear When Traveling

I’ll be honest. I had a couple of large sadnesses to confront that summer in Paris. So I suppose it wasn’t surprising that it repeatedly happened.

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My New York: A Romance in Eight Parts

Here was the New York City I once fell hard for, the city of my childhood and young dreams. And though the menu belonged to a vanished time, still, it was real—as the Hotel Paris had been real, as the passenger ships lined up in their berths had been real. As my innocence, my ambitions, my disappointments, my failures and a host of betrayals—mine, my father’s, the city’s—all had been real.

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Only Child

I was just two years old when he was killed and so have no memories of my own. Perhaps faint traces and sensations. A strong arm around my shoulders. Skin the color of sanded oak. An air of competence, a thoughtful manner.

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Last Flight

At first he didn’t acknowledge her. He crossed his legs and looked out the window where the fog enveloped the fuselage completely. It seemed remarkable that they were going to take off in this. One couldn’t see the other planes parked at the gates, the maintenance vehicles scurrying about below, or the airfield.

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