Author

Steven Schwartz
CONTRIBUTIONS

Nonfiction
Jul 24 2018
The Loneliest Moon
One of the most pernicious stages of insomnia is when it becomes an opponent. You want to outfox, outflank, outsmart it (lots of adversarial synonyms go through your head at… read more

Fiction
Jun 01 1989
Uncle Isaac
My Uncle Isaac’s sexuality, according to my father’s theory, had been marked by the half-woman. Isaac, at thirteen, would sneak into the basement of the Philadephia Medical Museum where a woman’s torso floated in formaldehye. It was 1933, and here–beneath the museum’s upper floors with their public exhibits–reasearch and training about venereal disease was taking place. In a reinforced glass case, at the back of a laboratory room filled with charts and diagrams of progressive syphilis, rested the half-woman, clean of infection except for a lesion on her left breast.