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Speedboat Renata Adler Eve’s Hollywood Eve Babitz Cassandra at the Wedding Dorothy Baker Pretend I’m Dead Jen Beagin the buddhist Dodie Bellamy Maidenhead Tamara Faith Berger Nevada Imogen Binnie Nine Months Paula Bomer Inside Madeleine Paula Bomer Scarecrone Melissa Broder Broken Glass Park Alina Bronsky The Terrible Girls Rebecca Brown "That 'writers write' is meant to be self-evident. People like to say it. I find it is hardly ever true. Writers drink. Writers rant. Writers phone. Writers sleep. I have met very few writers who write at all." -Renata Adler, Speedboat I’m Trying To Reach You Barbara Browning The Correspondence Artist Barbara Browning The Gift Barbara Browning I’ll Tell You In Person Chloe Caldwell Glory Goes and Gets Some Emily Carter Prostitute Laundry Charlotte Shane I Love Dick Chris Kraus Who Was Changed and Who Was Dead Barbara Comyns Our Spoons Came From Woolworths Barbara Comyns Margaret the First Danielle Dutton King Kong Theory Virginie Despentes Lightning Rods Helen DeWitt I took the package to the post office at Eleventh Street and Fourth Avenue. There was a long line because of the upcoming holidays. As I was standing in line, I saw a sign explaining what kinds of things you couldn’t send via airmail: obviously really hazardous materials like lighter fluid and firearms but also alcohol, perfume, prescription drugs, and tobacco. Hmm, perfume. But my flask was so tiny, and it was all wrapped up in the iPod cozy, plus the package was sturdy and all taped up. I couldn’t imagine the tiny vial would break open, and if it did, there were just a few drops in there—they’d surely evaporate right away. When I got up to the window, the clerk looked humorless. She weighed my parcel and looked me dead in the eye: “Any perfume in there?” I looked her dead in the eye and said no. She put the necessary postage on the package and tossed it into a bin. Barbara Browning, The Gift Making Scenes Adrienne Eisen Black Cloud Juliet Escoria The Days of Abandonment Elena Ferrante My Brilliant Friend Elena Ferrante Playing the Whore: The Work of Sex Work Melissa Gira Grant One More for the People Martha Grover Painting Their Portraits In Winter Myriam Gurba Mean Myriam Gurba Pity the Animal Chelsea Hodson Meaty Samantha Irby Problems Jade Sharma Thérèse and Isabelle Violette Leduc But it occurred to me that maybe if I began (or, to be honest, continued) super-producing both asked-for and unasked-for recordings of my uke covers as gifts, I could possibly help jump-start a creative gift economy that would spill over into the larger world of exchange. Barbara Browning, The Gift Temporary Hilary Leichter Notice Heather Lewis Yokohama Threeway Beth Lisick The Compleat Purge Trisha Low Socialist Realism Trisha Low Things to Make and Break May-Lan Tan Inferno (a poet’s novel) Eileen Myles Surveys Natasha Stagg The Autobiography of Daniel J. Isengart Filip Noterdaeme Sempre Susan Sigrid Nunez After Claude Iris Owens Dead Horse Niina Pollari "I was thinking: Girls get scared way too often. Girls get stupidly scared. I was not scared. Telling myself not to be scared kind of worked. " -Tamara Faith Berger, Maidenhead Mercury Ariana Reines Lee and Elaine Ann Rower Promising Young Women Suzanne Scanlon Her 37th Year: An Index Suzanne Scanlon Empathy Sarah Schulman Loitering With Intent Muriel Spark No Regrets Dayna Tortoricci Lolly Willowes Sylvia Townsend Warner Animals Emma Jane Unsworth How To Get Into the Twin Palms Karolina Waclawiak My Body Is a Book of Rules Elissa Washuta No More Nice Girls Ellen Willis "Poetry is not evidence, it is and it is not not not. Somebody is lying about the moon disappearing." -Melissa Broder, “Dark Poem” The Selected Jenny Zhang Jenny Zhang The Wallcreeper Nell Zink
"That 'writers write' is meant to be self-evident. People like to say it. I find it is hardly ever true. Writers drink. Writers rant. Writers phone. Writers sleep. I have met very few writers who write at all." -Renata Adler, Speedboat
I took the package to the post office at Eleventh Street and Fourth Avenue. There was a long line because of the upcoming holidays. As I was standing in line, I saw a sign explaining what kinds of things you couldn’t send via airmail: obviously really hazardous materials like lighter fluid and firearms but also alcohol, perfume, prescription drugs, and tobacco. Hmm, perfume. But my flask was so tiny, and it was all wrapped up in the iPod cozy, plus the package was sturdy and all taped up. I couldn’t imagine the tiny vial would break open, and if it did, there were just a few drops in there—they’d surely evaporate right away. When I got up to the window, the clerk looked humorless. She weighed my parcel and looked me dead in the eye: “Any perfume in there?” I looked her dead in the eye and said no. She put the necessary postage on the package and tossed it into a bin. Barbara Browning, The Gift
But it occurred to me that maybe if I began (or, to be honest, continued) super-producing both asked-for and unasked-for recordings of my uke covers as gifts, I could possibly help jump-start a creative gift economy that would spill over into the larger world of exchange. Barbara Browning, The Gift
"I was thinking: Girls get scared way too often. Girls get stupidly scared. I was not scared. Telling myself not to be scared kind of worked. " -Tamara Faith Berger, Maidenhead
"Poetry is not evidence, it is and it is not not not. Somebody is lying about the moon disappearing." -Melissa Broder, “Dark Poem”