<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731</id><updated>2012-02-03T03:07:23.739-08:00</updated><category term='Shenandoah'/><category term='mcsweeney&apos;s internet tendency'/><category term='Kenny Byerly'/><category term='&quot;Lives of the Poets: Six Stories and a Novella&quot;'/><category term='Javier Marías'/><category term='Empires of the Mind:  SERE'/><category term='Princess of Wales'/><category term='Our Stories'/><category term='The New York Times'/><category term='Josh Weil'/><category term='&quot;fly fishing romania&quot;'/><category term='One Story'/><category term='Stuart Miller'/><category term='The Chattahoochee Review'/><category term='Brad Vice'/><category term='Scott Horton'/><category term='Conjunctions'/><category term='AGNI'/><category term='The Saint Anne&apos;s Review'/><category term='Margaret Jull Costa'/><category term='Oxford American'/><category term='Hayden&apos;s Ferry Review'/><category term='Guantánamo'/><category term='George Bush'/><category term='Andrew Foster Altschul'/><category term='Subtropics'/><category term='The French Officer'/><category term='Barren'/><category term='Silvio Berlusconi'/><category term='Oliver&apos;s Evolution'/><category term='zeotrope'/><category term='The American Scholar'/><category term='A Note on the Misuse of Adverbs'/><category term='Projects'/><category term='Contrary'/><category term='The New Yorker'/><category term='&quot;The Writer in the Family&quot;'/><category term='Iowa Review'/><category term='Molly Giles'/><category term='seamus heaney'/><category term='The Limner'/><category term='Boston Review'/><category term='G. 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Bush'/><category term='Diane Greco'/><category term='I Wonder what they&apos;re saying in bon jovi&apos;s preconcert prayer circle'/><category term='Liliana'/><category term='Ann Beattie'/><category term='John Updike'/><category term='Mississippi Review'/><category term='Why We Are in Iraq'/><category term='John Tirman'/><category term='Interpreters of Lives'/><category term='Marylou Fusco'/><category term='Hurbestone the Magnificent'/><category term='Elise Moser'/><category term='the hudson review'/><category term='little fuckers'/><category term='wordsworth'/><category term='Amanuensis'/><category term='&quot;Weather Girls&quot;'/><category term='King Cow'/><category term='we were champions'/><category term='Stephen O&apos;Connor'/><category term='Cara Blue Adams'/><category term='Shelley Jackson'/><category term='Maile Meloy'/><category term='David J. Morris'/><category term='april wilder'/><category term='New England Review'/><category term='&quot;Chip Tusken: Road-sign writer&quot;'/><category term='Andrew Coburn'/><category term='Tin House'/><category term='Michael Caine'/><category term='The Spelunker&quot;'/><category term='&quot;Ghost Dogs&quot;'/><category term='No Joke This is Going to Be Painful'/><category term='Harpur Palate'/><category term='A Public Space'/><category term='Harper&apos;s Magazine'/><category term='Nine'/><title type='text'>good stories and essays</title><subtitle type='html'>notes on good stories and essays published in contemporary literary magazines</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-296055584394347590</id><published>2012-02-03T03:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T03:07:24.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marshall Moore *The Infernal Republic* Signal 8 Press</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ue7y1mgpsk8/Tyu_7NuQyQI/AAAAAAAAAUw/W1pdpmWN4Bs/s1600/TheInfernalRepublic-744009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ue7y1mgpsk8/Tyu_7NuQyQI/AAAAAAAAAUw/W1pdpmWN4Bs/s320/TheInfernalRepublic-744009.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704864377011751170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;Marshall Moore, author of the novel &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Concrete-Sky-Marshall-Moore/dp/1560234369" target="_blank"&gt;The Concrete Sky&lt;/a&gt; (2003), &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Black-Shapes-Darkened-Marshall-Moore/dp/097463882X/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_1" target="_blank"&gt;Black Shapes in a Darkened Room&lt;/a&gt; (2003, 2009), &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ideal-Living-Marshall-Moore/dp/1590212312/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_2" target="_blank"&gt;An Ideal for Living&lt;/a&gt; (2010), recently released a new collection, &lt;a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-infernal-republic-marshall-moore/1108170934" target="_blank"&gt;The Infernal Republic&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Infernal Republic &lt;/i&gt;is an electric, eclectic collection of stories with topics ranging from Portland suicides to hell-dwelling demons.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;In &amp;quot;Urban Reef,&amp;quot; the opening story, a suicide bonds two lonely acquaintances in Portland, while &amp;quot;Everything Has Been Arranged&amp;quot; delivers a surreal, somber house-moving that hints at the diverse range of styles and subjects in the collection.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;The surreal continues in other stories, such as &amp;quot;Marble Forest,&amp;quot; about insomnia, family curses, and art-- &amp;quot;The Physical Impossibility of Death in the Mind of Someone Living&amp;quot; describes a psychic connection a psychologist shares with a shark.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;Other wonderful experiences, such as embodying architecture in &amp;quot;215&amp;quot; and witnessing graduating levels of punishment in &amp;quot;Flesh, Blood, and Some of the Parts,&amp;quot; give way to stories of relationships, such as in &amp;quot;Town of Thorns,&amp;quot; about a gay man who, after being bashed, alters in troubling ways, and in &amp;quot;Toast, Belladonna, and the Heat Death of the Universe,&amp;quot; in which a wonderful exchange of dialogue leads to attempted gunfire in a crowded restaurant.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;These and so many other stories showcase Moore&amp;#39;s craft.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;Check it out: &lt;a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-infernal-republic-marshall-moore/1108170934" target="_blank"&gt;The Infernal Republic&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt; 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details with captivating clarity and insight a series of memories and thoughts that occur to the narrator, and patterns the narrator beholds, while listening to the radio, and while reflecting on one of her old teachers, Cecily, who calls to say she&amp;#39;s ending her marriage.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throughout the essay, as the writer reflects on a friend&amp;#39;s long-planned suicide, wonderful explorations of narratives occur, as well as the people in the world who seem to live lives worthy of stories.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;I read once about how much, as a species, we rely on patterns. The world is full of too much and without patterns we wouldn't see, say, a leopard face in the fauna, or a bullet, or an oncoming train. People who see more patterns than others we might call spiritual, or schizophrenic, or writers.&amp;quot;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The final lines of the essay, in which the writer turns inward and explores, are among some of the best I&amp;#39;ve read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read this essay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif" style="font-family:arial"&gt;正义&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:arial"&gt; &lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:arial"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justinnicholes.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;www.justinnicholes.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-9127153351095662557?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/9127153351095662557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/9127153351095662557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2012/01/sandra-allen-plow-haydens-ferry-review.html' title='Sandra Allen &quot;Plow&quot; Hayden&apos;s Ferry Review'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m5p3mBnUhYk/Tx5VfOIRa9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/m7p8VnZRLQo/s72-c/HaydensFerryReview-727705.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-8643685784117986550</id><published>2012-01-21T20:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T20:25:04.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sascha Feinstein "Children of Paradise"</title><content type='html'>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;Appearing in &lt;a href="http://www.hungermtn.org/"&gt;Hunger Mountain&lt;/a&gt;, Sascha Feinstein&amp;#39;s work of creative nonfiction &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.hungermtn.org/children-of-paradise/"&gt;Children of Paradise&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; details a childhood viewing of the Marcel Carné-directed movie &lt;i&gt;Children of Paradise. &lt;/i&gt;Boredom soon overcomes the writer, and the movie seems intolerable: &amp;quot;I don't know how old one needs to be to embrace metaphor and theme over linear plot, but I couldn't do that at eight, nor did I find ancient footage of amorous desire the least bit enticing.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;With honed prose and masterful pacing, the essay made me laugh out loud, as well as nod my head in empathy, as Feinstein goes on to describe other movies viewed at the drive-in and exchanges during the movie with his parents.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;A gut-splitting summary of a final movie experience punctuates this wonderful essay.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif" style="font-family:arial"&gt;正义&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="garamond, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:arial"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justinnicholes.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;www.justinnicholes.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-8643685784117986550?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/8643685784117986550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/8643685784117986550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2012/01/sascha-feinstein-children-of-paradise.html' title='Sascha Feinstein &quot;Children of Paradise&quot;'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-3690195666328486357</id><published>2012-01-13T20:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T20:32:26.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian Bassingthwaighte "The Cardboard Dress" TriQuarterly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height:21px"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;a href="http://triquarterly.org/bios/ian-bassingthwaighte"&gt;Ian Bassingthwaighte&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#39;s story &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://triquarterly.org/fiction/cardboard-dress?page=show"&gt;The Cardboard Dress&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; appears in &lt;a href="http://triquarterly.org/"&gt;TriQuarterly&lt;/a&gt; and presents the first-person point of view of Charlie, who goes with his wife Adelle to dinner with another couple, Marcus and Dary. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height:21px"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height:21px"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;Charlie hates Marcus, and though at first he tells us he might be imagining the way Marcus gawks lustfully at Charlie&amp;#39;s wife, later Marcus brings up wanting to swap lovers, and Charlie wants murder.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height:21px"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height:21px"&gt;Instead, however, the story progresses with dreamlike momentum until, as Charlie says, &amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height:21px"&gt;slowly we ruin each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height:21px"&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; 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Check it out at &lt;i&gt;TriQuarterly&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height:21px"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height:21px"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial"&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;正义&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anothersky.org/in-print/ash-dogs-justin-nicholes/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;Ash Dogs&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;, a novel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justinnicholes.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;www.justinnicholes.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-3690195666328486357?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/3690195666328486357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/3690195666328486357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2012/01/ian-bassingthwaighte-cardboard-dress.html' title='Ian Bassingthwaighte &quot;The Cardboard Dress&quot; TriQuarterly'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-7015666171742291529</id><published>2011-12-29T19:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T19:16:38.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Schulze "Cover Letter for The Cabin" ~ Xenith</title><content type='html'>Michael Schulze&amp;#39;s story &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.xenith.net/prose/cover-letter-for-the-cabin/" target="_blank"&gt;Cover Letter for The Cabin&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; appears in &lt;a href="http://www.xenith.net/" target="_blank"&gt;Xenith&lt;/a&gt; and presents the worst possible cover letter an author could ever append to his novel submission.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cover letter tells a strange--in a good way--absurd tale in which the narrative tone of voice feels real and honest enough to allow readers to slip into the fictive dream. Quirky, funny paragraphs abound, such as one that concerns rewriting in which the author tells the editors that there are exactly one hundred words.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;At times, it&amp;#39;s possible to get lost in passages concerning the current action, only to be reminded that, in fact, this is a cover letter for an obviously awful novel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&amp;#39;ve never read anything like it; check it out.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial"&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;正义&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anothersky.org/in-print/ash-dogs-justin-nicholes/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;Ash Dogs&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;, a novel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justinnicholes.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;www.justinnicholes.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-7015666171742291529?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/7015666171742291529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/7015666171742291529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2011/12/michael-schulze-cover-letter-for-cabin.html' title='Michael Schulze &quot;Cover Letter for The Cabin&quot; ~ Xenith'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-5343174905168025914</id><published>2011-12-11T21:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T21:30:52.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter D. Kramer "Permutations" ~ The Summerset Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;Peter D. Kramer&amp;#39;s story &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.summersetreview.org/11fall/permutations.html"&gt;Permutations&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; appears in &lt;a href="http://www.summersetreview.org/"&gt;The Summerset Review&lt;/a&gt; and gives of the story of a mentally ill guy who&amp;#39;s trying to get better. He visits Vassar to dwell on a life he might&amp;#39;ve had before dropping out, and to find a date.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;Both the narrator (who introduces himself as Alex) and his girlfriend, Libby, have mental issues--chiefly depression, it seems, and OCD. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;Alex goes with Amanda, a woman he met at Vassar, for brunch, where he applies his shrink&amp;#39;s advice for successful social interaction. Here, he articulates insight about his illness: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia,serif"&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height:25px"&gt;My trouble started there, in my insistence that the best fiction comes from stolen vignettes.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia,serif"&gt;Also obsession-laden descriptions of he and Amanda having sex masterfully convey character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;The story reads as vivid character analysis as well as meaningful social commentary.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;Check it out. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial"&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;正义&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anothersky.org/in-print/ash-dogs-justin-nicholes/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;Ash Dogs&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;, a novel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justinnicholes.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;www.justinnicholes.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-5343174905168025914?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/5343174905168025914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/5343174905168025914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2011/12/peter-d-kramer-permutations-summerset.html' title='Peter D. Kramer &quot;Permutations&quot; ~ The Summerset Review'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-8008831912525644174</id><published>2011-11-25T01:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T01:41:55.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jennifer Haigh "In Other Words" ~ Narrative Magazine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;Jennifer Haigh&amp;#39;s story &amp;quot;In Other Words&amp;quot; appeared recently in &lt;a href="http://www.narrativemagazine.com/issues/fall-2011/other-words"&gt;Narrative&lt;/a&gt; and tells the story of Karl and his mistress, Robin, who travel to Sweden--where Robin, an American, begins to grate on Karl.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;Backstory efficiently explains how Karl, a Norwegian who imports flowers from Holland, and Robin, who works for an American cable TV company located in Belgium, meet on a pleasantly warm day. The story then returns to current action, concerning Karl and Robin on a bike ride.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;The action allows for a precise narrative voice to convey Karl&amp;#39;s dilemma. Action and dialogue, as well as efficient explication, create his character.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; "&gt;Just a little over a third into the narrative, something life-changing happens, and through additional backstory and development of Karl&amp;#39;s decisions, the story takes readers through a series of vivid, captivating moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;An enthralling read from an accomplished, very capable storyteller.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;font&gt;正义&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anothersky.org/in-print/ash-dogs-justin-nicholes/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;Ash Dogs&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;, a novel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justinnicholes.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;www.justinnicholes.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-8008831912525644174?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/8008831912525644174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/8008831912525644174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2011/11/jennifer-haigh-in-other-words-narrative.html' title='Jennifer Haigh &quot;In Other Words&quot; ~ Narrative Magazine'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-7842393501357627970</id><published>2011-10-22T00:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T00:17:47.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe Bonomo "Live Nude Essay!" ~ Gulf Coast</title><content type='html'>Joe Bonomo&amp;#39;s work of nonfiction &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.gulfcoastmag.org/index.php?n=2&amp;amp;si=46&amp;amp;s=2896" target="_blank"&gt;Live Nude Essay!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; appears in &lt;a href="http://www.gulfcoastmag.org/" target="_blank"&gt;Gulf Coast&lt;/a&gt; and contemplates aspects of nudity, and the author&amp;#39;s discovery of sex and nakedness, as as way to urge us to value the wonders of the &amp;quot;clothed essay.&amp;quot;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;I'm thinking of the clothed essay versus the nude essay. The clothed essay prizes craft and subtlety, evocation and song.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This essay captivates with its form: section breaks juxtapose the clothed beside the nude, with one section hinting at how &amp;quot;nude&amp;quot; an essay the writer could very well write if he were to so choose, and the reader winces, agreeing.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A thought-provoking, socially relevant read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial"&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;正义&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anothersky.org/in-print/ash-dogs-justin-nicholes/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;Ash Dogs&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;, a novel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justinnicholes.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;www.justinnicholes.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-7842393501357627970?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/7842393501357627970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/7842393501357627970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2011/10/joe-bonomo-live-nude-essay-gulf-coast.html' title='Joe Bonomo &quot;Live Nude Essay!&quot; ~ Gulf Coast'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-2441946807246647708</id><published>2011-10-16T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T00:38:01.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew D. Cohen "Boys School" ~ Colorado Review</title><content type='html'>A work of nonfiction, Andrew D. Cohen&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://coloradoreview.colostate.edu/features/boys-school/" target="_blank"&gt;Boys School&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; is published in &lt;a href="http://coloradoreview.colostate.edu/colorado-review/" target="_blank"&gt;Colorado Review&lt;/a&gt; and explores the writer&amp;#39;s being moved by his parents into a private school in New York, &amp;quot;one of the oldest, most competitive schools in the country, dating back some three hundred years to a time when its founders had to petition the London-based Society for the Propagation of the Gospel for funding.&amp;quot;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the school, the writer is made aware of his &amp;quot;Jewishness,&amp;quot; and a number of thoughtful examples bring the place alive as well as help communicate dimensions of life and of the writer himself.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial"&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;正义&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anothersky.org/in-print/ash-dogs-justin-nicholes/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;Ash Dogs&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;, a novel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justinnicholes.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;www.justinnicholes.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-2441946807246647708?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/2441946807246647708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/2441946807246647708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2011/10/andrew-d-cohen-boys-school-colorado.html' title='Andrew D. Cohen &quot;Boys School&quot; ~ Colorado Review'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-5762583137171785378</id><published>2011-10-16T00:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T00:17:40.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caroline Arden "Yolo County" ~ Colorado Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;She thought of calling the guests to explain but couldn't bear doing it, and so she turned off the lights, drew the shades, and lay on the couch while guests rang the doorbell, understanding that she was outside society now and might as well grow hard.&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caroline Arden&amp;#39;s story &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://coloradoreview.colostate.edu/features/yolo-county/" target="_blank"&gt;Yolo County&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; appears in &lt;a href="http://coloradoreview.colostate.edu/colorado-review/" target="_blank"&gt;Colorado Review&lt;/a&gt; and begins with a horrific event. The tone of voice contributes to the tension and conveyance of Miriam&amp;#39;s character--a girl who shows up early to a baby shower and accidentally allows a child to choke.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterward, Miriam goes with her boyfriend Orin to Yolo County to watch an artist couple&amp;#39;s farmhouse.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial"&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;正义&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anothersky.org/in-print/ash-dogs-justin-nicholes/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;Ash Dogs&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;, a novel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justinnicholes.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;www.justinnicholes.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-5762583137171785378?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/5762583137171785378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/5762583137171785378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2011/10/caroline-arden-yolo-county-colorado.html' title='Caroline Arden &quot;Yolo County&quot; ~ Colorado Review'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-3615779980958991381</id><published>2011-10-08T18:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T18:14:02.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nico Alvarado "A Hunger Artist" ~ Witness</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Then he came over and opened the jar of bees in my face.&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A work of nonfiction, &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://witness.blackmountaininstitute.org/issues/volume-24-number-2-2011/a-hunger-artist/"&gt;A Hunger Artist&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; by Nico Alvarado appears in &lt;i&gt;Witness&lt;/i&gt; and starts off with evocative descriptions of a boy. The narrative continues by explaining more about the boy, Rico, and anecdotes further (vividly and thoughtfully) clarify his character. The narrative concludes with a tense confrontation with Rico, who has to bathe, and final images of the bees he has stunned.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a very worthwhile, thought-provoking read about the trials of social workers and one afflicted young man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial"&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;正义&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anothersky.org/in-print/ash-dogs-justin-nicholes/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;Ash Dogs&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;, a novel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justinnicholes.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;www.justinnicholes.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-3615779980958991381?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/3615779980958991381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/3615779980958991381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2011/10/nico-alvarado-hunger-artist-witness.html' title='Nico Alvarado &quot;A Hunger Artist&quot; ~ Witness'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-8703570003396177353</id><published>2011-09-13T20:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T20:28:45.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noam Chomsky "The Responsibility of Intellectuals, Redux" ~ The Boston Review</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;If the responsibility of intellectuals refers to their moral responsibility as decent human beings in a position to use their privilege and status to advance the cause of freedom, justice, mercy, and peace—and to speak out not simply about the abuses of our enemies, but, far more significantly, about the crimes in which we are implicated and can ameliorate or terminate if we choose—how should we think of 9/11?&amp;quot;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noam Chomsky, revisiting some themes from his earlier works, explores collective memory and perceived enemies in this intriguing, in-depth essay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it out at &lt;a href="http://www.bostonreview.net/BR36.5/noam_chomsky_responsibility_of_intellectuals_redux.php"&gt;Boston Review&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial"&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;正义&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anothersky.org/in-print/ash-dogs-justin-nicholes/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;Ash Dogs&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;, a novel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justinnicholes.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;www.justinnicholes.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-8703570003396177353?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/8703570003396177353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/8703570003396177353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2011/09/noam-chomsky-responsibility-of.html' title='Noam Chomsky &quot;The Responsibility of Intellectuals, Redux&quot; ~ The Boston Review'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-1414463087441279908</id><published>2011-09-04T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T20:42:33.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seth Abramson "Six Myths about the MFA Program in Creative Writing" ~ Huffington Post</title><content type='html'>Seth Abramson&amp;#39;s article &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/seth-abramson/six-myths-about-the-creat_b_705279.html"&gt;Six myths about the MFA program in creative writing&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; is a very valuable, brief article anyone thinking about an MFA should take a look at.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It&amp;#39;s also a fine article to help debunk some misconceptions. The attitude out there, sometimes from writers without MFAs, is that people with one are somehow &amp;quot;elite.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Fact is, you don&amp;#39;t need an MFA to write and write well, but for people with the time and desire, it&amp;#39;s the ideal program to attend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, take a &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/seth-abramson/six-myths-about-the-creat_b_705279.html"&gt;look&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br clear="all"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial"&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;正义&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="garamond, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anothersky.org/in-print/ash-dogs-justin-nicholes/" target="_blank"&gt;Ash Dogs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;, a novel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justinnicholes.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;www.justinnicholes.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-1414463087441279908?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/1414463087441279908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/1414463087441279908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2011/09/seth-abramson-six-myths-about-mfa.html' title='Seth Abramson &quot;Six Myths about the MFA Program in Creative Writing&quot; ~ Huffington Post'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-2974090370962087739</id><published>2011-08-30T20:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T20:34:47.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jo Scott-Coe "Domestic Order Suite" ~ turnrow</title><content type='html'>"&lt;a href="http://turnrow.ulm.edu/view.php?i=98&amp;amp;setcat=prose"&gt;Domestic Order Suite&lt;/a&gt;" appears in &lt;a href="http://turnrow.ulm.edu/"&gt;turnrow&lt;/a&gt; and is a work of art.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part 1 of the story features the story's wonderfully appropriate second person point of view, in which the narrator accosts herself for failing to "come forward" after witnessing a girl being assaulted in a school parking lot.&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story goes on in Part 2 to detail, with moving metaphors, the life of a teacher in a run down school. The tone is again spot on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part 3 employs a brilliant method to convey the narrator's ennui and anxious melancholy while also stimulating a number of questions about standardized teaching.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My kind of story; definitely worth the read, and the re-read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check this fabulous work out at &lt;i&gt;turnrow&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond, serif;"&gt;正义&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anothersky.org/in-print/ash-dogs-justin-nicholes/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;Ash Dogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;, a novel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justinnicholes.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;www.justinnicholes.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-2974090370962087739?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/2974090370962087739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/2974090370962087739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2011/08/jo-scott-coe-domestic-order-suite.html' title='Jo Scott-Coe &quot;Domestic Order Suite&quot; ~ turnrow'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-839443903821981177</id><published>2011-07-14T23:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T23:51:02.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heather Fowler "Making Love to the Fruit Shooter" ~ The Summerset Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&amp;quot;We went through a bushel of apples some days. Before he nocked the first arrow in his bow, I pulled my hair back and fastened it low on my neck, my part centered clean-split down the middle like the apple would be.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Heather Fowler&amp;#39;s sexy, poetic story &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.summersetreview.org/11summer/fruit.html"&gt;Making Love to the Fruit Shooter&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; appears in &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.summersetreview.org/"&gt;The Summerset Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and gives the point of view of a girl whose boyfriend, Claus, shoots fruit off women&amp;#39;s heads for a living.&lt;div&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;The story moves forward with conflicts concerning Claus&amp;#39;s accident (on his TV show, he impales a huge-breasted girl&amp;#39;s head with an arrow) and the law firm the narrator works for, as well as the narrator taking up the hobby of watching Claus&amp;#39;s show, where she sees his interaction with other fruit-bearing girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;An excellent read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-839443903821981177?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/839443903821981177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/839443903821981177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2011/07/heather-fowler-making-love-to-fruit.html' title='Heather Fowler &quot;Making Love to the Fruit Shooter&quot; ~ The Summerset Review'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-6218093760179099779</id><published>2011-06-26T16:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T16:44:25.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Samuel Roberts "Recalling Samuel Battle" ~ The New York Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, &amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;, times, serif;font-size:10px;color:rgb(51, 51, 51);line-height:15px"&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:0px;color:rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:2.4em;line-height:1.083em;font-weight:normal"&gt; &lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:normal;font-size:small"&gt;I&amp;#39;m always enthralled by the stories of guys like Samuel Battle, the first African American in the New York Police Department. &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/06/27/nyregion/recalling-samuel-battle-who-became-first-black-on-nypd.html?pagewanted=1&amp;amp;_r=1&amp;amp;hp"&gt;&amp;quot;Recalling First Black Appointed to New York Police Dept.&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;line-height:normal;font-size:small"&gt; by Samuel Roberts of &lt;i&gt;The New York Times &lt;/i&gt;is an article I&amp;#39;d like to recommend. Even though it&amp;#39;s not a work of fiction, the character of Samuel Battle excites the imagination the same way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;h1 style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:0px;color:rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:2.4em;line-height:1.083em;font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;line-height:normal;font-size:small"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:0px;color:rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:2.4em;line-height:1.083em;font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;line-height:normal;font-size:small"&gt;It starts this way:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;h1 style="margin-top:0px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:8px;margin-left:0px;color:rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:2.4em;line-height:1.083em;font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:22px;font-size:15px"&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:normal;font-size:small"&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &amp;quot;His parents were among the last generation born into Southern slavery, and his own birth in 1883 was notable for another benchmark: At 16 pounds, he was the biggest baby ever recorded in North Carolina.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;" &amp;#39;I guess I've always wanted to be large, and I have been large,&amp;#39; Samuel Jesse Battle recalled decades later.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-6218093760179099779?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/6218093760179099779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/6218093760179099779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2011/06/samuel-roberts-recalling-samuel-battle.html' title='Samuel Roberts &quot;Recalling Samuel Battle&quot; ~ The New York Times'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-4074334816946479734</id><published>2011-06-23T02:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T02:37:59.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leslie Johnson "Other Lives" ~ Colorado Review</title><content type='html'>Leslie Johnson&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://coloradoreview.colostate.edu/features/other-lives/"&gt;Other Lives&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; appeared in &lt;a href="http://coloradoreview.colostate.edu/colorado-review/"&gt;Colorado Review&lt;/a&gt; and tells the story of Dean, who gets bored in his adult life and suddenly decides to go the the funeral of his fourth-grade teacher.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As he enters the parlor, Dean thinks back to his boyhood at the elementary school and eventually remembers that, at least, he has had more success than his teacher once predicted:&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;You could tell a shifty boy, she used to say, a lazy boy, too, by that weak and wobbly cursive.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Dean is moving closer to Mrs. Zarembinski&amp;#39;s body, he runs into a hot-with-age former Mormon girl and, with her prompting, recalls more of the complexity of the teacher&amp;#39;s sometimes cruel methods.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually, as Dean reminds himself that he has to be getting back to Family Pizza Night with his wife and son, his thoughts wax somewhat metaphysical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A worthy read.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-4074334816946479734?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/4074334816946479734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/4074334816946479734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2011/06/leslie-johnson-other-lives-colorado.html' title='Leslie Johnson &quot;Other Lives&quot; ~ Colorado Review'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-2716250174802439068</id><published>2011-05-11T17:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T17:26:16.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tim Bascom "Community College" ~ Witness</title><content type='html'>Appearing in &lt;a href="http://witness.blackmountaininstitute.org/"&gt;Witness&lt;/a&gt;, Tim Bascom's "&lt;a href="http://witness.blackmountaininstitute.org/archive/xxi/Bascom-Witness-XXI.pdf"&gt;Community College&lt;/a&gt;" is a brilliant, funny, moving piece of nonfiction. The narrative voice is mostly objective while at times almost exasperated and sarcastic but thoroughly feeling and human throughout. The story unfolds through a sort of role call for class attendance. The narrator tells us who hasn't come from the class, who has come, and meanwhile readers are treated to a very original, gripping read and wonderfully vivid, fleshed out character. Check it out.&lt;span style="font-family:garamond, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-2716250174802439068?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/2716250174802439068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/2716250174802439068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2011/05/tim-bascom-community-college-witness.html' title='Tim Bascom &quot;Community College&quot; ~ Witness'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-6543290693282055588</id><published>2011-05-11T16:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T16:58:37.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Richard Froude "The Girl Who Fell Through the Ice" ~ Witness</title><content type='html'>Richard Froude&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://witness.blackmountaininstitute.org/archive/xxiv/Witness-Froude.pdf"&gt;The Girl Who Fell Through the Ice&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; appears in &lt;a href="http://witness.blackmountaininstitute.org/"&gt;Witness&lt;/a&gt; and tells, in passages of vivid moments and experiences, a timeline of its narrator. The structure of the piece is fractured by white space and time but made coherent through connecting imagery and metaphor patterns. It explains the writer&amp;#39;s imagination and growth and suicidal thoughts, and ends with an affirmation of storytelling. Highly recommended.&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="garamond, serif"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-6543290693282055588?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/6543290693282055588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/6543290693282055588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2011/05/richard-froude-girl-who-fell-through.html' title='Richard Froude &quot;The Girl Who Fell Through the Ice&quot; ~ Witness'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-3921211201220320155</id><published>2011-04-29T17:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T17:48:09.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeff Walker "Case against the Driver" ~ Witness</title><content type='html'>Jeff Walker&amp;#39;s piece &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://witness.blackmountaininstitute.org/archive/xxiv/Witness-Walker.pdf"&gt;Case against the Driver&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; appears in &lt;a href="http://witness.blackmountaininstitute.org/"&gt;Witness&lt;/a&gt; and conveys remarkably vivid, surreal images as its narrator reflects on his driver, Koko.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;On most of my drives with Koko, there is at least one point where I catch my hand edging toward the door handle, regardless of the speed we are moving, and this little game makes me smile.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Koko transports foreigners, it seems, back and forth from a guarded compound and to the airport, through cities and villages, where disgruntled natives sometimes sling stones and grope through car windows with knives.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A very finely crafted, uniquely moving work of nonfiction.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-3921211201220320155?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/3921211201220320155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/3921211201220320155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2011/04/jeff-walker-case-against-driver-witness.html' title='Jeff Walker &quot;Case against the Driver&quot; ~ Witness'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-6148890542333038498</id><published>2011-04-14T20:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T20:29:19.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicola Mason "Cancer Party" ~ Blackbird</title><content type='html'>Appearing in the recent issue of &lt;a href="http://www.blackbird.vcu.edu" target="_blank"&gt;Blackbird&lt;/a&gt;, Nicola Mason&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.blackbird.vcu.edu/v9n2/fiction/mason_n/cancer_page.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;Cancer Party&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; launches off with a tone whose effect is both jubilant and melancholy.&lt;div&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey! There's a party going on, and everyone's invited. Cliff's got cancer, and it's not your average household malignancy—not your zap-and-run, slap-a-hat-on-it kind. Cliff's cancer is crafty. It's pushy. It's crass. It's a desperate salesman who shoves through the door with a vacuum no one will buy, who gives a demonstration so sloppy you find the attachments weeks later, one at a time, in all those hard-to-reach places. Deep in the stuffing of the sofa in the living room. Clogging the kitchen drain. Rattling through the A/C ducts like the last cashew in the can.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt;Just as moving as the tone are the many beautifully accurate, dead-on metaphors, such as,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then come the doctors—bandits who unmask at bedside, their pink chins gleaming. And this is significant, because outlaws only show their faces to the safe bets. The ones who won't get away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; "&gt;This is a rare story whose tone seems to embolden a reader even as she is invited to embody a guy who slowly learns he&amp;#39;s got more than just indigestion. It&amp;#39;s a brave tone, a story with an attitude that laughs at death (what else is there to do?) while seeming to enjoin readers to cherish what living there&amp;#39;s left to do. It&amp;#39;s a communal tone, one that makes a reader feel strength in family and friends and our shared vulnerability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; "&gt;Check it out at one of our finest literary journals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-6148890542333038498?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/6148890542333038498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/6148890542333038498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2011/04/nicola-mason-cancer-party-blackbird.html' title='Nicola Mason &quot;Cancer Party&quot; ~ Blackbird'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-2786652010995293427</id><published>2011-03-11T18:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T18:09:36.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edgar Allan Poe "Annabel Lee" illustrated by J.B. Bonivert ~ Oxford American</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CxXCYnsTbwM/TXrV42hjAlI/AAAAAAAAARc/WUuD1M3vZnE/s1600/GC1ed4_c-776665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CxXCYnsTbwM/TXrV42hjAlI/AAAAAAAAARc/WUuD1M3vZnE/s320/GC1ed4_c-776665.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583009860764762706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;An excerpt from illustrations in a new book entitled &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;#39;Helvetica Neue&amp;#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: italic; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;a href="goog_1963018126"&gt;G&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.graphicclassics.com/pgs/gc1v4_pv.htm"&gt;raphic Classics: Edgar Allan Poe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are featured online at &lt;a href="http://www.oxfordamerican.org/pages/about-oxford-american/"&gt;Oxford American&lt;/a&gt; and feature J.B. Bonivert work on E. A. Poe&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;Annabel Lee.&amp;quot;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="garamond, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The illustrations are evocative and puff a new kind of life over Poe&amp;#39;s morose, haunting poem.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-2786652010995293427?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/2786652010995293427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/2786652010995293427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2011/03/edgar-allan-poe-annabel-lee-illustrated.html' title='Edgar Allan Poe &quot;Annabel Lee&quot; illustrated by J.B. Bonivert ~ Oxford American'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CxXCYnsTbwM/TXrV42hjAlI/AAAAAAAAARc/WUuD1M3vZnE/s72-c/GC1ed4_c-776665.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-4365398672307332516</id><published>2011-03-07T16:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T16:39:19.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suzanne E. Smith "Where Did Our Love Go? Contemplating the Life and Death of Motown and the Motor City" ~ Michigan Quarterly Review</title><content type='html'>Suzanne E. Smith&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.michiganquarterlyreview.com/2010/12/where-did-our-love-go/"&gt;Where Did Our Love Go? Contemplating the Life and Death of Motown and the Motor City&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; appeared recently in &lt;a href="http://www.michiganquarterlyreview.com/"&gt;Michigan Quarterly Review&lt;/a&gt; and gives the writer room to &amp;quot;explain more specifically how [her] study of funeral directors and death grew out of [her] Motown research.&amp;quot;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;quot;During the era of Jim Crow segregation, funeral homes were often one of the few public spaces available to African Americans outside of the black church. For this reason, funeral directors regularly offered their homes for social gatherings, community organizing, and even weddings.&amp;quot;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Touching on childhood memories, Smith reflects on her interest in how black funeral directors helped link members of black communities, especially Motown musicians, such as Florence Ballard and the Supremes.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another fascinating discussion centers around the narrative of Detroit&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;dying.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;quot;July 24, 1967, of course, marked the ﬁrst full day of rioting in Detroit's &amp;#39;Great Rebellion,&amp;#39; which lasted over a week and has come to be seen—in popular collective memory, at least— as the ﬁrst major cause of Detroit's &amp;#39;death&amp;#39; as a thriving industrial city.&amp;quot;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The piece concludes with Smith arguing that the death and what seems to have been a distracting funeral of Florence Ballard offer hopeful ideas about how Detroit might &amp;quot;reinvent itself by viewing its own supposed death in new ways.&amp;quot; The essay&amp;#39;s final anecdote features Charles C. Diggs, who envisioned a new kind of cemetery, which became &amp;quot;the ﬁrst African American corporation in Michigan.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A very engaging, worthwhile read.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-4365398672307332516?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/4365398672307332516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/4365398672307332516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2011/03/suzanne-e-smith-where-did-our-love-go.html' title='Suzanne E. Smith &quot;Where Did Our Love Go? Contemplating the Life and Death of Motown and the Motor City&quot; ~ Michigan Quarterly Review'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-1627254654252576865</id><published>2011-03-04T06:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T06:58:53.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephen Ansolabehere and James M. Snyder, Jr. "Weak Tea" ~ Boston Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&amp;quot;The penchant for endorsing candidates in Republican-leaning areas almost completely explains the Tea Party's success rate.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;Stephen Ansolabehere and James M. Snyder, Jr.&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://bostonreview.net/BR36.2/stephen_ansolabehere_james_snyder_jr_tea_party.php"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;Weak Tea&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&amp;quot; appeared recently in &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://bostonreview.net/"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;Boston Review&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt; and discusses whether the Tea Party in fact has provided candidates it has backed an advantage in recent general elections.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;To isolate the Tea Party effect, we compared the performance of Tea Party-endorsed Republicans with non-endorsed Republicans running in similar districts. That effect is a statistically insignificant three-tenths of one percent&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;Ansolabehere and Snyder, Jr., go on to consider whether Tea Party backing provided candidates with more money, but also the numbers seem to minimize the TP&amp;#39;s clout.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;This is not the picture of a political faction awash in cash funneled from wealthy individuals and corporate interests, as was commonly portrayed in media accounts.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;Check out this brief, insightful, and informative article in the &lt;i&gt;Boston Review&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-1627254654252576865?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/1627254654252576865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/1627254654252576865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2011/03/stephen-ansolabehere-and-james-m-snyder.html' title='Stephen Ansolabehere and James M. Snyder, Jr. &quot;Weak Tea&quot; ~ Boston Review'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-6986890637981292895</id><published>2011-02-26T16:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T16:33:36.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexis E Santí "It Only Takes One Mistake" ~ Our Stories</title><content type='html'>In our recent Winter 2011 issue (&lt;a href="http://ourstories.us/"&gt;Our Stories&lt;/a&gt;), Alexis E. Santí gives advice and insight into the often capricious nature of editors as a whole in &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://ourstories.us/Winter2011/Santi_WI11.html"&gt;It Only Takes One Mistake&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;quot;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though it&amp;#39;s true that most editors are just too overwhelmed with (and sometimes underwhelmed by) the sheer amount of submissions that come to any given literary journal inbox, a lot of writers sometimes make mistakes early on, mistakes that often can be cleared up with either spelling checks or careful revision. Usually, it seems a manuscript just needs to be set aside for a while, or maybe a friend needs to take a look at it for a writer, before it ever should reach an editor.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, Alexis reinforces the goal at &lt;i&gt;Our Stories&lt;/i&gt;, which is to read and give feedback on every single submission we receive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it out.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-6986890637981292895?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/6986890637981292895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/6986890637981292895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2011/02/alexis-e-santi-it-only-takes-one.html' title='Alexis E Santí &quot;It Only Takes One Mistake&quot; ~ Our Stories'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-5065435087963703450</id><published>2011-02-05T21:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T21:06:21.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Richard Spilman The Estate Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmFka2FIzE8/TU4sTrBmN_I/AAAAAAAAARM/LIwNVrATru8/s1600/51QEUxCIBoL._SL500_AA300_-781675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmFka2FIzE8/TU4sTrBmN_I/AAAAAAAAARM/LIwNVrATru8/s320/51QEUxCIBoL._SL500_AA300_-781675.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570438505582442482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;I just finished reading Richard Spilman&amp;#39;s story collection &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Estate-Sale-Richard-Spilman/dp/1933896442/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top" target="_blank"&gt;The Estate Sale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Richard was my thesis advisor at Wichita State when I was in its MFA program from &amp;#39;04 to &amp;#39;07, but I don&amp;#39;t think I&amp;#39;m biased in recommending this collection. These stories are as good as they get.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Maybe what will strike readers most is the clarity with which these stories convey character. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Some of the most wonderful moments happen in the stories that explore the hearts of youths. The second story in the collection, &amp;quot;Where the Spiders Sleep,&amp;quot; gives a child&amp;#39;s point of view in an abusive household. The anguish and confusion are tangible, and details and settings are haunting, as are the recollections of a narrator in &amp;quot;Pieta,&amp;quot; also from a difficult home, who in retelling events around her father&amp;#39;s murder explains the wonder of her life after her mother, coming into money, leaves the abusive father: &amp;quot;My senses blossomed as if they&amp;#39;d been brought out of the basement into the light, and I had wonderful dreams.&amp;quot; Another story, &amp;quot;Bella,&amp;quot; also conveys the p.o.v. of a youngster, where the bruises on peaches (the delicious secrets of the imperfect) echo the nature of a store owner, named Bella, as well as the nature of what her kind of store meant to towns in the first place. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Stories about adult frustration and redemption are likewise moving. There&amp;#39;s a guy who&amp;#39;s just been robbed in San Francisco who&amp;#39;s unsettled enough to wreck a party and a relationship in the opening story, &amp;quot;Robbery.&amp;quot; Surreal moments of passersby laughing while the first-person narrator&amp;#39;s being held up are vivid, as are the scenes depicting other kinds of ways the character&amp;#39;s been robbed. There&amp;#39;s an artist in &amp;quot;Where He Went Under&amp;quot; who witnesses a man drown just beyond where he was painting--and the story details how that death births his artistic method. &amp;quot;Rain Forest Crunch&amp;quot; is a wonderful story about a young man with a lot of hang ups. I mean, how can you argue with the opening lines? &amp;quot;He is young and has many opinions. Everything sucks...&amp;quot; Yet our central character finds intimacy, and through that reflects, and undergoes change. &amp;quot;Spice&amp;quot; is another story that shows a character&amp;#39;s adjusting to a relationship with understanding and love. In a sort of honeymoon trip to New York, paid for by an uncle, a husband realizes he has more in common with the beer-drinking sports fans in a local bar than the more &amp;quot;cultured&amp;quot; people his wife can also befriend. &amp;quot;Unclean Spirits&amp;quot;--wow! The best exorcism in fiction! &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;The later stories in the collection mostly deal with older or elderly characters. An old woman in &amp;quot;Pie&amp;quot; staves off neighbors with an obsolete rifle make so that cherries on a wind-blown tree (blocking a lane of the road) can ripen. A son holds the hand of his dying mother in the poetic &amp;quot;Speaking in Code.&amp;quot; And the story &amp;quot;The Estate Sale&amp;quot; is an extremely moving story about a reverend after suffering strokes, whose belongings are being sold around him, because he needs to live in a retirement home. This work is a vivid and heart-wrenching story about confession, redemption, and bravery in the face of growing old and changing. Language and details recreate the sometimes confused viewpoints of the reverend, and who couldn&amp;#39;t cheer for an old guy with enough conviction to stab a jerk&amp;#39;s hand with a pen? Go, Reverend! The collection&amp;#39;s final story, &amp;quot;Light,&amp;quot; is likewise heart-wrenching. We get the perspectives of an assisted living nurse and caretaker who may have developed lupus from the stress of her job, and we get an elderly woman who, though she&amp;#39;s losing control in certain ways, entertains vivid images filled with detail, such as the final lines:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A shaft of light lanced through the seam where the curtains met. She made a cup of her hands and filled them with it. Dust motes danced like snow in a Christmas ball. Sunlight, she noticed, was not uniform. It could be hotter here than there, and if you ran your hand through it, it rippled like water. Clouds of insects swarmed above a stubble in a field, and a creek angled around a bow-shaped cutbank with cattle grazing on the far side. The air was rich with the smell of newly cut alfalfa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;font face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Highly recommended, and Richard may be the main reason I recommend any member of our writing community looking for a good MFA program to consider Wichita State&amp;#39;s.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-5065435087963703450?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/5065435087963703450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/5065435087963703450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2011/02/richard-spilman-estate-sale.html' title='Richard Spilman The Estate Sale'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmFka2FIzE8/TU4sTrBmN_I/AAAAAAAAARM/LIwNVrATru8/s72-c/51QEUxCIBoL._SL500_AA300_-781675.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-3926390033578544485</id><published>2011-01-20T02:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T02:42:24.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>William M. Chace "Affirmative Inaction" ~ The American Scholar</title><content type='html'>William M. Chace&amp;#39;s essay &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.theamericanscholar.org/affirmative-inaction/#more-8051"&gt;Affirmative Inaction&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; appears in the Winter 2011 issue of &lt;a href="http://www.theamericanscholar.org/"&gt;The American Scholar&lt;/a&gt; and touches on the history of affirmative action before entering into a very sobering discussion, which features real cases and judgments found both in favor and against universities, of why this topic ought to concern Americans, especially those of us involved in higher education: &lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;Anyone interested in higher education should want to contemplate, on behalf of colleges and universities, students and faculty, alumni and paying parents, the fate of affirmative action. How should it now play out on campus after campus? Will it continue until the year 2028? If not, why not? If so, should it then end? If not, for how long should it be sustained?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;Chace&amp;#39;s essay brings up a number of thought-provoking issues facing African Americans (especially males), who don&amp;#39;t seem to be benefiting as much as one might at first think from affirmative action, and also a number of issues facing affirmative action itself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&amp;quot;B&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;lack men in prison are a function of that poisonous history, and affirmative action is a societal antidote to this and other existing effects of racism. We must not forget that history. History matters.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The American Scholar&lt;/i&gt; has published an extremely relevant, necessary discussion which ought to be recommended reading for any citizen of conscience.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-3926390033578544485?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/3926390033578544485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/3926390033578544485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2011/01/william-m-chace-affirmative-inaction.html' title='William M. Chace &quot;Affirmative Inaction&quot; ~ The American Scholar'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-5769080445486604521</id><published>2011-01-13T02:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T02:13:41.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary Rechner "The Loop Trail" ~ New England Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px; "&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Joanna worried that wherever Mark was, he was lonely. That was what the wake seemed to be proving.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Appearing in &lt;a href="http://www.nereview.com/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;New England Review&lt;/a&gt;, Mary Rechner&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.nereview.com/31-3/Rechner.htm" target="_blank"&gt;The Loop Trail&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; gives the point of view of Joanna as she attends a wake for Mark, her best friend Therese&amp;#39;s husband.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story masterfully conveys Joanna&amp;#39;s distancing, somewhat self-absorbed character, mostly through her thoughts which often show a concern for clothing or, in one case, perfume. When Joanna first encounters Therese at the wake, for instance, her thoughts almost seem to dodge emotional honesty and instead center on Therese&amp;#39;s inclination for wearing Fracas, and pulling it off.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through episodes of consolation and admissions, eventually Joanna seems to awaken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-5769080445486604521?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/5769080445486604521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/5769080445486604521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2011/01/mary-rechner-loop-trail-new-england.html' title='Mary Rechner &quot;The Loop Trail&quot; ~ New England Review'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-7017561584700165978</id><published>2011-01-02T04:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T04:06:15.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin Nicholes "Summer Ice" ~ Prick of the Spindle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmFka2FIzE8/TSBqOHAaZwI/AAAAAAAAAQw/tFtbBDdwwfA/s1600/100_1248-775508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmFka2FIzE8/TSBqOHAaZwI/AAAAAAAAAQw/tFtbBDdwwfA/s320/100_1248-775508.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557558730806683394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My story &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://prickofthespindle.com/fiction/4.4/nicholes/summerice.htm"&gt;Summer Ice&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; just appeared in &lt;a href="http://prickofthespindle.com"&gt;Prick of the Spindle&lt;/a&gt;, a journal I highly respect and admire.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story took me a year and a half to revise before I felt like it was ready to be sent out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing feels better than for an editor, especially someone like Editor-in-Chief and founder Cynthia Reeser, to affirm that work.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-7017561584700165978?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/7017561584700165978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/7017561584700165978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2011/01/justin-nicholes-summer-ice-prick-of.html' title='Justin Nicholes &quot;Summer Ice&quot; ~ Prick of the Spindle'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmFka2FIzE8/TSBqOHAaZwI/AAAAAAAAAQw/tFtbBDdwwfA/s72-c/100_1248-775508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-3889868851657811830</id><published>2010-12-12T14:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T14:43:41.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wame Molefhe "Sethunya Is Our Bride" ~ AGNI online's Portfolio of African Fiction</title><content type='html'>Appearing in &lt;a href="http://www.bu.edu/agni/"&gt;AGNI&lt;/a&gt;online, Wame Molefhe&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.bu.edu/agni/fiction/africa/molefhe.html"&gt;Sethunya Is Our Bride&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; is featured from the magazine&amp;#39;s &lt;a href="http://www.bu.edu/agni/fiction/africa/index.html"&gt;Portfolio of African F&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bu.edu/agni/fiction/africa/index.html"&gt;iction&lt;/a&gt;. The story concerns Johnnie, an escaped chimp, and Sethunya, who gets married and is carefully instructed in how to be a &amp;quot;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;good Motswana wife.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot; &lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While Sethunya goes through and observes the traditional process of marriage in her society, those images of Johnnie, as well as memories of a former love, perplex her even while her husband tries to embrace her.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An informative, somber piece.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-3889868851657811830?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/3889868851657811830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/3889868851657811830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/12/wame-molefhe-sethunya-is-our-bride-agni.html' title='Wame Molefhe &quot;Sethunya Is Our Bride&quot; ~ AGNI online&apos;s Portfolio of African Fiction'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-4753439692359987070</id><published>2010-12-05T00:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T00:44:31.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexis Enrico Santí "One Pure Thing" ~ Prick of the Spindle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I drank vodka I felt something pure was running my life. Bringing vodka to my lips was a godly act that took me to the best part of me. Vodka, cranberry with lime: The Cape Codder. Absolut. Stoli. Smirnoff. Ketel One. Top Shelf. Rail. The best I ever felt in my life was when I was drunk.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;Appearing in &lt;a href="http://www.prickofthespindle.com/"&gt;Prick of the Spindle&lt;/a&gt;, &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.prickofthespindle.com/nonfiction/3.1/santi/one_pure_thing.htm"&gt;One Pure Thing&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; by Alexis Enrico Santí (editor in chief at &lt;i&gt;Our Stories&lt;/i&gt;, where I edit fiction) may be the most moving work I&amp;#39;ve ever read.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;Structurally, the piece is tremendously gripping. &amp;quot;Form is content&amp;quot; is exemplified here.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;When it comes to tone of voice and imagery, though, the work conveys the most immediate sense of honesty and urgency I&amp;#39;ve ever experienced.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;Absolutely a must-read.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-4753439692359987070?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/4753439692359987070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/4753439692359987070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/12/alexis-enrico-santi-one-pure-thing.html' title='Alexis Enrico Santí &quot;One Pure Thing&quot; ~ Prick of the Spindle'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-5105591884437780361</id><published>2010-12-03T01:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T01:46:05.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter Orner "Lincoln" ~ Conjunctions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sheila and I would drive up and down Sheridan Boulevard and look at those houses. Once she pointed to one of them and said, in all seriousness, "Who would we be if we lived there?&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Appearing in &lt;a href="http://www.conjunctions.com/"&gt;Conjunctions&lt;/a&gt;, Peter Orner&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.conjunctions.com/webconj.htm"&gt;Lincoln&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; captures a somber sense of loss with a final, rising epiphany. The description of Lincoln, Nebraska, and a sprawling, overwhelming highway system contribute to the piece&amp;#39;s dominant, unified impression of grappling with some past, dashed opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;The piece, two paragraphs, immediately establishes a powerful, trustworthy voice with poignant prose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;Check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-5105591884437780361?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/5105591884437780361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/5105591884437780361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/12/peter-orner-lincoln-conjunctions.html' title='Peter Orner &quot;Lincoln&quot; ~ Conjunctions'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-947228702714019136</id><published>2010-11-11T21:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T21:18:46.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kseniya Melnik "The Witch" plus interview ~ Granta</title><content type='html'>Appearing in &lt;a href="http://www.granta.com/"&gt;Granta&lt;/a&gt;, Kseniya Melnik&amp;#39;s story &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.granta.com/Online-Only/New-Voices-Kseniya-Melnik"&gt;The Witch&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; follows Alina, whose migraines have become so terrible the family has run out of options.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On various levels and through different characters, questions about sickness in relation to the body arise, creating a wonderfully original, vivid, and moving piece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kseniya also answers questions about writing in English and Russian (her first language) at the end of the story. Her insight to writing, submitting to journals, and teaching all make this a must-read.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-947228702714019136?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/947228702714019136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/947228702714019136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/11/kseniya-melnik-witch-plus-interview.html' title='Kseniya Melnik &quot;The Witch&quot; plus interview ~ Granta'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-4057571905797692309</id><published>2010-11-11T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T21:00:01.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex Perez "Eggs" ~ Subtropics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Baskerville, Georgia, &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;, Times, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;It was simple: Our father had left us. He'd jumped classes. We were about to jump him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Appearing in &lt;a href="http://www.english.ufl.edu/subtropics/"&gt;Subtropics&lt;/a&gt;, Alex Perez&amp;#39;s story &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.english.ufl.edu/subtropics/Perez_story.html"&gt;Eggs&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; tells the story of two Cuban immigrant brothers, the narrator (Danny) and his brother Ricky, who catch their dad, Rigo, having sex with a white woman in their own house on the poorer side of Miami.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Current action, involving old, reeky eggs, follows the brothers&amp;#39; plotting revenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The final scene is vivid and moving.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-4057571905797692309?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/4057571905797692309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/4057571905797692309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/11/alex-perez-eggs-subtropics.html' title='Alex Perez &quot;Eggs&quot; ~ Subtropics'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-1575303405242977813</id><published>2010-10-15T19:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T19:18:08.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saadat Hasan Manto "The Dog of Ṭeṭvāl" Translated by Aatish Taseer ~ Granta</title><content type='html'>Appearing in &lt;a href="http://www.granta.com/"&gt;Granta&lt;/a&gt;, Saadat Hasan Manto&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.granta.com/Online-Only/The-Dog-of-Tetval"&gt;The Dog of Ṭeṭvāl&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; (translated by Aatish Taseer) opens with a scene of war. &lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With an omniscient narrative p.o.v. that knows no bounds (even wonderfully conveying how sounds of gunfire hurt the hearing of nearby birds), the story starts by telling of Corporal Harnam Singh, along with others, on the side of India at war against Pakistan in the mountain region of Ṭeṭvāl. &lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amid the battles, Indian soldiers gain the companionship of a dog they playfully dub as an Indian. Meanwhile, later on the Pakistani side, Captain Himmat Khan spots the same dog and realizes it had spent the night on the Indian side.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What ensues is a hilarious, vivid exchange of wills mediated by a timid dog that can only wag its tail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-1575303405242977813?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/1575303405242977813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/1575303405242977813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/10/saadat-hasan-manto-dog-of-tetval.html' title='Saadat Hasan Manto &quot;The Dog of Ṭeṭvāl&quot; Translated by Aatish Taseer ~ Granta'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-7634090190713383347</id><published>2010-10-14T23:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T23:21:58.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerome Charyn "Silk &amp; Silk" ~ Narrative Magazine story of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;Jerome Charyn&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.narrativemagazine.com/issues/stories-week-2010–2011/silk-silk"&gt;Silk &amp;amp; Silk&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; appeared recently in &lt;a href="http://narrativemagazine.com"&gt;Narrative Magazine&lt;/a&gt; as a story of the week and follows Marla Silk, who graduates from Columbia Law and becomes a lawyer in the family business. The family business, Silk &amp;amp; Silk (which deals in arbitrage), eventually leads to Marla&amp;#39;s father facing twenty-five years &amp;quot;at some government facility in Kansas.&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Marla, motivated by filial piety, gets &amp;quot;shadow men&amp;quot; to eliminate witnesses against her aging and traumatized dad, but too late: her father has a stroke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;Charyn&amp;#39;s narrative-passage-heavy style blazes through detail-rich, intelligent backstory until settling on an incident concerning Raoul Banders, who slides into Marla&amp;#39;s life claiming to be an ex-employee (fired) of Silk &amp;amp; Silk. When she asks her dad, with his face damaged from the stroke, she finds out about Raoul&amp;#39;s sinister past. Marla reemploys her father&amp;#39;s shadow men, more details emerge, and the outcome is both emotionally poignant and sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;A very unique, almost Fitzgerald-esque style of writing and storytelling that deals with the sometimes depraved, but ultimately human, dealings of the rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-7634090190713383347?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/7634090190713383347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/7634090190713383347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/10/jerome-charyn-silk-silk-narrative.html' title='Jerome Charyn &quot;Silk &amp; Silk&quot; ~ Narrative Magazine story of the week'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-3986722285658094334</id><published>2010-09-29T18:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T18:27:17.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yiyun Li "A Small Sacrifice" ~ The Threepenny Review</title><content type='html'>Appearing in &lt;a href="http://www.threepennyreview.com/"&gt;The Threepenny Review&lt;/a&gt;, Yiyun Li&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.threepennyreview.com/samples/li_f10.html"&gt;A Small Sacrifice&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; starts with a wonderful conflict: the landlord has been texting, reminding Moyan every day, that her pet pig, named Tiny, must go.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiny has exploded in size, no longer, well, Tiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A married man gave Moyan the pig. A peddler had told him it was a breed that wouldn&amp;#39;t grow beyond the size of the basket the pig was sold in.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She needed something young and lively around her when he was not with her, he said when they knew each other better. She wondered if he meant for her to keep a puppy, or a kitty, but when he came with Tiny, he said that he was tired of being looked down upon by all the cats in the world, and he was tired of having to look up at the world like a dog. A pig, the man said, looks into your eyes like a fellow sufferer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;Amid poignant impressions and honesty, as well as parallel images echoing conflicts and story meaning, the story ends with a thoughtfulness that is a triumph of writing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;正义&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-3986722285658094334?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/3986722285658094334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/3986722285658094334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/09/yiyun-li-small-sacrifice-threepenny.html' title='Yiyun Li &quot;A Small Sacrifice&quot; ~ The Threepenny Review'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-8408376544359146659</id><published>2010-09-09T04:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T04:17:09.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerome Charyn "Lorelei" ~ The Atlantic</title><content type='html'>Appearing at &lt;a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;The Atlantic&lt;/a&gt;, Jerome Charyn&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2010/08/lorelei/8038" target="_blank"&gt;Lorelei&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; features a third-person point of view allowing for enough psychic distance to hear a perspicacious, forgiving but critical narrative tone. Most importantly, though, we get a complex character, Howell, who&amp;#39;s the kind of guy we find both despicable but also endearing.&lt;div&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Howell, who&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;been a grifter most of his life,&amp;quot; has one MO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;His grift was quite simple. He&amp;#39;d settle into a small town, deposit $10,000 into the local bank, walk around in a very conservative suit, register at the best hotel, and wait: the women would always come to him. He never poked around, never asked questions, never made a list of wealthy widows.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Among a good deal of backstory and exposition, current action conveys what Howell&amp;#39;s doing. He&amp;#39;s come for Naomi Waldman, a girl he remembers from his youth, and asks for a room in the exclusive Lorelei where she&amp;#39;d once lived. (Howell, on the other hand, lived in the basement since his dad worked there.)&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-8408376544359146659?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/8408376544359146659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/8408376544359146659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/09/jerome-charyn-lorelei-atlantic.html' title='Jerome Charyn &quot;Lorelei&quot; ~ The Atlantic'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-7052776214560539330</id><published>2010-08-29T16:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T16:53:31.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben Greenman "Letters from an Earth Ball to, or Concerning, Sean Hannity" ~ McSweeney's</title><content type='html'>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every hour, on the hour, Sean Hannity stopped talking so his radio station could break for the news. It was like a sea of sewage parting. I did not think of that on my own. It was something Coach Parker liked to say, except that he said &amp;quot;shit&amp;quot; instead of &amp;quot;sewage.&amp;quot; What he meant was that the news reported the same events as Sean Hannity, but without the a-hole rhetoric and jackass distortions (again, Coach Parker).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;Appearing in the always worthwhile &lt;a href="http://www.mcsweeneys.net/"&gt;McSweeney&amp;#39;s&lt;/a&gt;, Ben Greenman&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.mcsweeneys.net/links/earthball/16.html"&gt;Letters from an Earth Ball to, or Concerning, Sean Hannity&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; tells the story of an inflated ball in a locker room lamenting the depressing change of a friend, a construction cone named Nate, as a result of Sean Hannity&amp;#39;s radio show.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story conveys the depressing, frustrated feeling someone might feel when imposed upon by Sean Hannity&amp;#39;s blurriness. Inanimate objects meant for play or work imbued with human emotions humorously communicate the piece&amp;#39;s meaning and purpose.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-7052776214560539330?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/7052776214560539330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/7052776214560539330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/08/ben-greenman-letters-from-earth-ball-to.html' title='Ben Greenman &quot;Letters from an Earth Ball to, or Concerning, Sean Hannity&quot; ~ McSweeney&apos;s'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-8418566227014201862</id><published>2010-08-24T21:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T21:45:52.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexis E. Santi "Concrete" ~ Our Stories</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://ourstories.us/Summer2010/AlexisSanti_SU10.html"&gt;Concrete&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; is a heartfelt and poignant letter from Alexis E. Santi, the Editor-in-Chief of &lt;a href="http://ourstories.us/"&gt;Our Stories&lt;/a&gt;, which appears in the latest Emerging Writer issue.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The letter beseeches a previous love to stay alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A moving must-read.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-8418566227014201862?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/8418566227014201862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/8418566227014201862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/08/alexis-e-santi-concrete-our-stories.html' title='Alexis E. Santi &quot;Concrete&quot; ~ Our Stories'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-7368206988242588074</id><published>2010-07-12T10:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T10:31:15.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa Cupolo "Long Division" ~ Ploughshares</title><content type='html'>Lisa Cupolo&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.pshares.org/read/article-detail.cfm?intArticleID=9254"&gt;Long Division&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;quot; published in &lt;a href="http://www.pshares.org/"&gt;Ploughshares&lt;/a&gt;, tells the story of a father who hires someone to help him track down his son, Ted, in Kenya and does so to discuss his daughter (Ted&amp;#39;s sister) Maddy.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wants Ted to come home and help with Maddy, but Ted cannot.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;I realize that I&amp;#39;m seeing Tim as he is in the world, with no reference to me at all. I&amp;#39;m a businessman, even in retirement. Tim is all pathos. I have always believed that you have to pay close attention to what the other guy is thinking; Tim just anticipates what others might need&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(84, 84, 83); line-height: 16px; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An excellent, character-revealing story.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-7368206988242588074?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/7368206988242588074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/7368206988242588074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/07/lisa-cupolo-long-division-ploughshares.html' title='Lisa Cupolo &quot;Long Division&quot; ~ Ploughshares'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-1496057889783896265</id><published>2010-07-11T17:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T17:32:38.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinaw Mengestu "An Honest Exit" ~ The New Yorker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Appearing in &lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/"&gt;The New Yorker&lt;/a&gt;, Dinaw Mengestu&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/features/2010/07/12/100712fi_fiction_mengestu?currentPage=all"&gt;An Honest Exit&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; tells the story of a teacher, whose Ethiopian father has just died, telling his students his father&amp;#39;s story.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After telling part of his father&amp;#39;s story, the teacher feels embraced by his students (imagining them firing off email and text messages about him) and therefore continues to suspend regular class procedures to tell them more.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;Soon, stories about my father were circulating freely around the Academy. I heard snippets of my own narrative played back to me in a slightly distorted form—in these versions, the story might take place in the Congo, amid famine. One version I heard said that my father had been in multiple wars across Africa. Another claimed that he had lived through a forgotten genocide, one in which tens of thousands were killed in a single day. Some wondered whether he had also been in Rwanda—or in Darfur, where such things were commonly known to occur.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A very engaging, finely written piece.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-1496057889783896265?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/1496057889783896265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/1496057889783896265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/07/dinaw-mengestu-honest-exit-new-yorker.html' title='Dinaw Mengestu &quot;An Honest Exit&quot; ~ The New Yorker'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-1308179923503821289</id><published>2010-07-08T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T09:31:45.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin Nicholes "The Factory" ~ The Medulla Review</title><content type='html'>My story &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.themedullareview.com/Justin_Nicholes.html"&gt;The Factory&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; appeared recently in &lt;a href="http://www.themedullareview.com/"&gt;The Medulla Review&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here&amp;#39;s what the editor-in-chief, Jennifer Hollie Bowles, had to say about it:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 18px; "&gt;visceral, stygian, and disturbingly surreal.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glad you liked it enough to publish, Jennifer!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-1308179923503821289?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/1308179923503821289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/1308179923503821289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/07/justin-nicholes-factory-medulla-review.html' title='Justin Nicholes &quot;The Factory&quot; ~ The Medulla Review'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-3077159412320858585</id><published>2010-06-17T18:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T18:03:09.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthony Varallo "At Ease" A 2009 World's Best Short Short Story  Contest Finalist ~ The Southeast Review</title><content type='html'>Anthony Varallo&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://southeastreview.org/2010/03/anthony-varallo.html"&gt;At Ease&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; appears in &lt;a href="http://A 2009 World&amp;#39;s Best Short Short Story Contest Finalist"&gt;The Southeast Review&lt;/a&gt; and tangibly conveys the story of a boy taking a girl whose boyfriend died in Iraq to the high school prom.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The awkwardness of the events leading up to and during the prom, the spectral presence of the dead ex-boyfriend, and the relief afterward make for an extremely engaging read. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-3077159412320858585?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/3077159412320858585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/3077159412320858585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/06/anthony-varallo-at-ease-2009-worlds.html' title='Anthony Varallo &quot;At Ease&quot; A 2009 World&apos;s Best Short Short Story  Contest Finalist ~ The Southeast Review'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-763458694434855803</id><published>2010-06-12T22:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T22:14:28.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa Norris "Please Use the Password" ~ Ascent</title><content type='html'>Appearing in &lt;a href="http://readthebestwriting.com/"&gt;Ascent&lt;/a&gt;, Lisa Norris&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://readthebestwriting.com/?p=360"&gt;Please Use the Password&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; gives the story of Evelyn, who&amp;#39;s dating an older man named Barry--&amp;quot;60 to his 65&amp;quot;--and dealing with calls from the radiologist.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The characters develop as Evelyn, to soothe her own anxieties and fears, questions Barry about his role in the war in Vietnam. And with that knowledge, she&amp;#39;s able to disclose what will change her own life and also test their relationship.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great story.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-763458694434855803?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/763458694434855803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/763458694434855803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/06/lisa-norris-please-use-password-ascent.html' title='Lisa Norris &quot;Please Use the Password&quot; ~ Ascent'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-3915003843918687395</id><published>2010-06-11T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T19:54:18.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tony Macnabb "An Audience with Osama" ~ The Barcelona Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;Tony Macnabb&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.barcelonareview.com/70/e_tm.html" target="_blank"&gt;An Audience with Osama&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; appears in &lt;a href="http://www.barcelonareview.com/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Barcelona Review&lt;/a&gt; and gives the story of Dr. Rashid (&amp;quot; &amp;#39;champion of interfaith dialogue&amp;#39; &amp;quot;) summoned to get information from a former student who&amp;#39;s been arrested and detained after a failed car-bomb attack.&lt;div&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After talking fruitlessly with Alan Knight, Dr. Rashid is told of a final effort to get the detainee to talk. Though the doctor objects, interrogators threaten deportation, and he knows that if his former pupil doesn&amp;#39;t talk, he&amp;#39;ll be tortured abroad.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An extremely interesting, topical work worth reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-3915003843918687395?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/3915003843918687395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/3915003843918687395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/06/tony-macnabb-audience-with-osama.html' title='Tony Macnabb &quot;An Audience with Osama&quot; ~ The Barcelona Review'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-5877317956880793442</id><published>2010-05-16T18:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T18:11:47.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew Lang "Island Paradise" ~ Our Stories</title><content type='html'>At &lt;a href="http://ourstories.us/"&gt;Our Stories&lt;/a&gt;, Matthew Lang&amp;#39;s flash &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://ourstories.us/Spring2010/MLang_SG2010.html"&gt;Island Paradise&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; was a runner up for the Gordon Award in flash fiction.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poetic and mesmerizing, the story tells of a Season of Drifting which has left folks, including our narrator, alone on islands and grounded boats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;We all washed up on our islands in the Season of Drifting Away. Most of us thought the Floating would end with a big storm, or an unexpected wave, but what happened was we just stopped paying attention to each other&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;, Times, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trenchant and somber. An excellent read. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-5877317956880793442?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/5877317956880793442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/5877317956880793442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/05/matthew-lang-island-paradise-our.html' title='Matthew Lang &quot;Island Paradise&quot; ~ Our Stories'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-2864235017467216572</id><published>2010-05-04T01:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T01:38:29.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diana Joseph "Bullets Going through Objects in Slow Motion" ~ Willow  Springs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Diana Joseph&amp;#39;s nonfiction piece &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://willowsprings.ewu.edu/archives/joseph_bullets.pdf" target="_blank"&gt;B&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;border-collapse:collapse;white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;a href="http://willowsprings.ewu.edu/archives/joseph_bullets.pdf" target="_blank"&gt;ullets Going through Objects in Slow Motion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;quot; appears in &lt;a href="http://willowsprings.ewu.edu/" target="_blank"&gt;Willow Springs&lt;/a&gt; and details post-divorce anguish.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missing Al, the author checks his e-mail: &lt;font face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&amp;quot;He and I weren't talking much—we seemed beyond any kind of talk that wasn't saying the things we'd already said—but I missed him. A lot. &lt;span style="font-family:arial"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;Looking at his e-mail made me feel connected to him.&lt;/font&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;The most moving sections concern the author and her son, a relationship which becomes more complex (and which allows much introspection) when &amp;quot;the boy&amp;quot; gets a girlfriend.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;One of the most engrossing works I&amp;#39;ve read.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-2864235017467216572?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/2864235017467216572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/2864235017467216572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/05/diana-joseph-bullets-going-through.html' title='Diana Joseph &quot;Bullets Going through Objects in Slow Motion&quot; ~ Willow  Springs'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-6625051392923417934</id><published>2010-05-03T01:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T01:27:42.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thomas Gabriel-Ventimiglia "The Sluice" ~ The Baltimore Review</title><content type='html'>Appearing in &lt;a href="http://baltimorereview.org/index.php"&gt;The Baltimore Review&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 17px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;T&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;homas Gabriel-Ventimiglia&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://baltimorereview.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=87&amp;amp;Itemid=30"&gt;The Sluice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;&amp;quot; tells the story of Laura Miller, who hates her brother Billy, especially after he claims to have swum through the drainage tunnel that kills kids every generation and which everyone calls The Sluice.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 17px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 17px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Through competition and self-affirmation, Laura finds redemption and self-empowerment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-6625051392923417934?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/6625051392923417934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/6625051392923417934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/05/thomas-gabriel-ventimiglia-sluice.html' title='Thomas Gabriel-Ventimiglia &quot;The Sluice&quot; ~ The Baltimore Review'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-5323513184020059082</id><published>2010-04-18T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T15:34:37.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa Glatt "Strangers in the House" ~ Gulf Stream</title><content type='html'>Lisa Glatt&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://w3.fiu.edu/gulfstream/strangers.asp"&gt;Strangers in the House&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; appears in &lt;a href="http://w3.fiu.edu/gulfstream/index.htm"&gt;Gulf Stream&lt;/a&gt; and tells the story of Kate, whose husband&amp;#39;s in jail, and whose neighbor Diane is depressed and hardly taking care of twin babies. &lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though Kate helps Diane, she also has partly contributed to some of Diane&amp;#39;s pain.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story ends with tension but, finally, relief--as Kate finds a kind of resolution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-5323513184020059082?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/5323513184020059082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/5323513184020059082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/04/lisa-glatt-strangers-in-house-gulf.html' title='Lisa Glatt &quot;Strangers in the House&quot; ~ Gulf Stream'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-74387422192399475</id><published>2010-04-12T17:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T17:37:04.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeremy Griffin "Reshma" ~ Gulf Stream</title><content type='html'>Jeremy Griffin&amp;#39;s story &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://w3.fiu.edu/gulfstream/reshma.asp"&gt;Reshma&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; appears in &lt;a href="http://w3.fiu.edu/gulfstream/index.htm"&gt;Gulf Stream&lt;/a&gt; and tells the story of Caleb Waltz, thirteen years old, who goes to deliver a mixtape to Reshma Mohammadian, whose brother Farhad just recently died during track practice at school.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of finding Reshma, Caleb finds her father--and what proceeds is a sort of mutual healing and grieving.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-74387422192399475?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/74387422192399475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/74387422192399475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/04/jeremy-griffin-reshma-gulf-stream.html' title='Jeremy Griffin &quot;Reshma&quot; ~ Gulf Stream'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-400829446408396504</id><published>2010-04-10T18:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T18:08:55.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John Haskell "Three Quick Lives" ~ Salt Hill Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;Appearing in &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.salthilljournal.net/links/"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;Salt Hill Journal&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;, John Haskell&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.salthilljournal.net/jhaskell/"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;Three Quick Lives&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&amp;quot; poetically abbreviates the lives of &lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;Eadweard Muybridge, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;William Burroughs, and a sharpshooter.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#262626"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;Weaving in themes of fear, murder, and agonized love, this piece moves a reader with its clarity of expression and brevity.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-400829446408396504?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/400829446408396504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/400829446408396504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/04/john-haskell-three-quick-lives-salt.html' title='John Haskell &quot;Three Quick Lives&quot; ~ Salt Hill Journal'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-6647182494539382885</id><published>2010-04-10T16:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T16:09:06.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elisa Pulido "Mrs. Ruzicka Goes Solo" ~ Literal Latte</title><content type='html'>Appearing in &lt;a href="http://www.literal-latte.com/"&gt;Literal Latte&lt;/a&gt;, Elisa Pulido&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.literal-latte.com/2010/03/mrs-ruzicka-goes-solo/"&gt;Mrs. Ruzicka Goes Solo&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; presents a surreal, vivid story in the present tense about Mrs. Ruzicka&amp;#39;s love for a concertmaster and concern for her breast health.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through wounds and removal of organs and other material from her body, readers are kept at an emotional distance from Mrs. Ruzicka&amp;#39;s suffering, which startlingly coincides with musical movements.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-6647182494539382885?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/6647182494539382885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/6647182494539382885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/04/elisa-pulido-mrs-ruzicka-goes-solo.html' title='Elisa Pulido &quot;Mrs. Ruzicka Goes Solo&quot; ~ Literal Latte'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-7277235057969110175</id><published>2010-04-04T02:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T18:10:49.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steven G. Kellman "That Goes without Saying: A Treatise on Silence" ~ Puerto del Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Times"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Speech is strength, which is why grievances of the weak remain by definition unvoiced; break&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ing silence is seizing power&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: 11px; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Steven G. Kellman&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.puertodelsol.org/stevens-that-goes-without-saying.pdf"&gt;That Goes without Saying: A Treatise on Silence&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; appears in &lt;a href="http://www.puertodelsol.org/current.html"&gt;Puerto del Sol&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;/span&gt; offers a detailed account of silence&amp;#39;s sociocultural implications and manifestations. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the piece at times humorous but always trenchant, silence (and fascinating questions about whether it can ever really exist for humans) finds as eloquent an expression as approximating words allow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-7277235057969110175?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/7277235057969110175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/7277235057969110175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/04/steven-g-kellman-that-goes-without.html' title='Steven G. Kellman &quot;That Goes without Saying: A Treatise on Silence&quot; ~ Puerto del Sol'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-6708532049888559530</id><published>2010-03-26T04:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T04:16:52.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jon Methven "Cinderella Story Miscues" ~ McSweeney's Internet  Tendency</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;Our spirit was strong and our calves were toned.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;Jon Methven&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mcsweeneys.net/2010/3/25methven.html"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;Cinderella Story Miscues&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;,&amp;quot; appearing at the always worthwhile &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mcsweeneys.net/"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;McSweeney&amp;#39;s&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;, offers hilarious, intelligent reading.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-6708532049888559530?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/6708532049888559530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/6708532049888559530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/03/jon-methven-cinderella-story-miscues.html' title='Jon Methven &quot;Cinderella Story Miscues&quot; ~ McSweeney&apos;s Internet  Tendency'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-4646212928397517923</id><published>2010-03-21T15:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T15:38:21.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin Nicholes "Mei Ling Qian" ~ Slice Magazine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last winter, I was living for about six weeks in a city in southern Henan province, named Xinyang city. I was there to meet and hopefully earn the approval from the father of a girl I&amp;#39;ve been seeing (still waiting). Though I&amp;#39;ve been in China for almost three years, picked up enough survival Mandarin to be able to have small, localized conversations at stores, on taxis, or on trains and buses--and studied northern-style kung fu, Chinese kickboxing, and learned fundamental strikes with the Chinese waxwood staff--I will perhaps always be a signal to homeless or needy folks here of someone who can spare a &lt;i&gt;yuan&lt;/i&gt; or five &lt;i&gt;mao&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wrote a story while I was in Xinyang, trying to embody the perspective of a homeless woman toting along a daughter she was looking to rent out to men in hotels. I wondered what, seeing me, she would think. The result was a kind of poetic but also anguished flow of words into a narrative, a story entitled &amp;quot;Mei Ling Qian,&amp;quot; which kind of means &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t have small change&amp;quot; ... &amp;quot;change&amp;quot; here meaning money.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slicemagazine.org/"&gt;Slice Magazine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; picked up the story, and it is forthcoming in Issue 6. The theme is Metropolis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone interested in this issue, this theme of Metropolis, might consider pre-ordering.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;**Now available for pre-order! Ships in late April.** &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slicemagazine.org/subscribe.php"&gt;Issue 6: Metropolis (Spring/Summer 2010) $8.00&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;正义&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-4646212928397517923?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/4646212928397517923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/4646212928397517923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/03/justin-nicholes-mei-ling-qian-slice.html' title='Justin Nicholes &quot;Mei Ling Qian&quot; ~ Slice Magazine'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-5283815284892531594</id><published>2010-03-06T16:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T16:47:42.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rayne Debski "How to Feed a Muse" ~ Flashquake</title><content type='html'>Appearing in &lt;a href="http://www.flashquake.org/"&gt;Flashquake&lt;/a&gt;, Rayne Debski&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.flashquake.org/archive/vol8iss4/editorial/muse.html"&gt;How to Feed a Muse&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; presents a playful work of flash delightful in its vivid details, which intelligently associate foods and flavors with place and deferred anticipations of lovers.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inspiration becomes tangible as the story casts a compelling, unbroken fictive dream.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-5283815284892531594?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/5283815284892531594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/5283815284892531594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/03/rayne-debski-how-to-feed-muse.html' title='Rayne Debski &quot;How to Feed a Muse&quot; ~ Flashquake'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-3597466457090363556</id><published>2010-02-16T19:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:25:12.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Howard Zinn "The Power and the Glory" ~ Boston Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;After the horrors of the first World War, Albert Einstein said, "Wars will stop when men refuse to fight."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Appearing again in the &lt;a href="http://bostonreview.net/"&gt;Boston Review&lt;/a&gt; to commemorate the life of Howard Zinn, &lt;a href="http://bostonreview.net/BR30.3/zinn.php"&gt;The Power and the Glory: Myths of American Exceptionalism&lt;/a&gt; briefly traces a powerful discourse that has justified American military engagements throughout the history of the US.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With direct, unpretentious prose, Zinn develops an argument whose exigency calls citizenry to demand an end to reckless preventive military action.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-3597466457090363556?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/3597466457090363556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/3597466457090363556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/02/howard-zinn-power-and-glory-boston.html' title='Howard Zinn &quot;The Power and the Glory&quot; ~ Boston Review'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-8178395894645854663</id><published>2010-02-15T21:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T22:50:12.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesse Goolsby "Touch" Winner of the 2010 Richard Bausch Short Story Prize ~ Our Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've been back home two weeks, and as I look out a corner window I still can&amp;#39;t get over how much the mountains east of town mirror the cracking peaks circling Kabul.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jesse Goolsby&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://ourstories.us/Winter2010/Goolsby_WI10.html"&gt;Touch&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; won our Richard Bausch Prize this year at &lt;a href="http://ourstories.us/"&gt;Our Stories&lt;/a&gt;, recognition the story rightly deserves. It gives the somber, sober viewpoint of a soldier who&amp;#39;s served in various tours in Afghanistan. Details of home remind him, even during church, of carnage in war zones.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His wife, Elsa, wants to know how to connect with him. He doesn&amp;#39;t know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An achingly touching, insightful story; one of the best I&amp;#39;ve read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-8178395894645854663?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/8178395894645854663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/8178395894645854663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/02/jesse-goolsby-touch-winner-of-2010.html' title='Jesse Goolsby &quot;Touch&quot; Winner of the 2010 Richard Bausch Short Story Prize ~ Our Stories'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-9097193567333814148</id><published>2010-02-12T23:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T23:53:41.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carolina De Robertis "On the Brink of Words" ~ 580 Split</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;She did not understand the writing life. It did not have a function in the strictest sense. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Carolina De Robertis&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://580split.com/prose/on-the-brink-of-words/"&gt;On the Brink of Words&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; appears in &lt;a href="http://580split.com/"&gt;580 Split&lt;/a&gt; and presents the anxious thoughts of a writer who can&amp;#39;t write, who longs to be back within the process of writing the book she&amp;#39;s already finished.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With trenchant metaphors and syntax shaping to emotion, the story manifests a writer&amp;#39;s anguish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intelligent, vivid prose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-9097193567333814148?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/9097193567333814148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/9097193567333814148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/02/carolina-de-robertis-on-brink-of-words.html' title='Carolina De Robertis &quot;On the Brink of Words&quot; ~ 580 Split'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-8966496687874673358</id><published>2010-02-11T21:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T21:05:25.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>xTx "I Choo Choo Choose You!" ~ Pindeldyboz</title><content type='html'>Flash fiction appearing in &lt;a href="http://www.pindeldyboz.com/"&gt;Pindeldyboz&lt;/a&gt;, xTx&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.pindeldyboz.com/xtchoose.htm"&gt;I Choo Choo Choose You!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; poetically describes a failed relationship and a suicidal victim of it.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spare but poignant thoughts and details make pain and confusion tangible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here&amp;#39;s an exciting writer to watch.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-8966496687874673358?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/8966496687874673358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/8966496687874673358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/02/xtx-i-choo-choo-choose-you-pindeldyboz.html' title='xTx &quot;I Choo Choo Choose You!&quot; ~ Pindeldyboz'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-4832931946024648554</id><published>2010-02-05T00:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T00:50:58.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark Brazaitis "I Return" ~ Cimarron Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&amp;quot;I'd always vowed that if I died young—any age shy of senility—I would return to earth as a ghost to look after my wife and children.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Appearing in &lt;a href="http://cimarronreview.okstate.edu/index.html"&gt;Cimarron Review&lt;/a&gt;, Mark Brazaitis&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://cimarronreview.okstate.edu/currentissue_sample4.html"&gt;I Return&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; follows a man, Michael, who returns to earth as a ghost. Once there, however, his attempts to rekindle old relationships are comically denied.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A story with a fun, unique voice.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-4832931946024648554?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/4832931946024648554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/4832931946024648554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/02/mark-brazaitis-i-return-cimarron-review.html' title='Mark Brazaitis &quot;I Return&quot; ~ Cimarron Review'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-3169754134897872467</id><published>2010-01-10T19:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T19:04:28.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travis Klunick "Yegus Y Caballos" The Robert Watson Literary Prize  Story ~ The Greensboro Review</title><content type='html'>By Travis Klunick, &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.greensbororeview.org/spring-2009/yegus_y_caballos.html"&gt;Yegus Y Caballos&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; appears in &lt;a href="http://www.greensbororeview.org/"&gt;The Greensboro Review&lt;/a&gt; and is the Robert Watson Literary Prize Story.  &lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story begins with a detail-rich metaphor Larry recognizes about storms.  Larry&amp;#39;s wife, Sarah Beth, takes off.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left with their daughters, Abigail and Isabelle, Larry builds a windmill for Mister Raburn and rekindles an old friendship.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Final images reinforce Larry&amp;#39;s metaphysical pondering and offer cyclic images that signal hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-3169754134897872467?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/3169754134897872467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/3169754134897872467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/01/travis-klunick-yegus-y-caballos-robert.html' title='Travis Klunick &quot;Yegus Y Caballos&quot; The Robert Watson Literary Prize  Story ~ The Greensboro Review'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-6433273273036457468</id><published>2010-01-09T23:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T23:53:40.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ersi Sotiropoulos "An Almost Guinea Fowl" Karen Emmerich trans. ~ The  Literary Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Appearing in &lt;a href="http://www.theliteraryreview.org/index.html"&gt;The Literary Review&lt;/a&gt;, Ersi Sotiropoulos&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.theliteraryreview.org/Sotiropoulos.pdf"&gt;An Almost Guinea Fowl&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; tells the story of Telis, a young lawyer whose wife, Maro, says she has bought &amp;quot;a very special guinea fowl&amp;quot; when in fact it&amp;#39;s just a chicken.  After Telis invites friends for dinner, he enjoins Maro to find a real one.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Jeanette and Christos having eaten a turkey (sitting in for guinea fowl), Telis and Maro skirt the fact that the guinea fowl was an impostor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, a game of truth or dare ignites a conflict between Telis and Maro.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-6433273273036457468?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/6433273273036457468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/6433273273036457468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/01/ersi-sotiropoulos-almost-guinea-fowl.html' title='Ersi Sotiropoulos &quot;An Almost Guinea Fowl&quot; Karen Emmerich trans. ~ The  Literary Review'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-7062082705058003627</id><published>2010-01-09T00:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:20:46.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shannon Robinson "Secondhand Body" ~ Whiskey Island Magazine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;Because this body hasn't always been mine, it's filled with surprises.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Shannon Robinson&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.csuohio.edu/class/english/whiskeyisland/secondhand.html"&gt;Secondhand Body&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; appears in &lt;a href="http://www.csuohio.edu/class/english/whiskeyisland/index.html"&gt;Whiskey Island Magazine&lt;/a&gt; and gives the first person voice of a girl who&amp;#39;s found herself inhabiting a new body.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Final lines present a kind of aching insight, insight of forgone introspection, perhaps, and a sense of the vastness of isolation, of loneliness.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-7062082705058003627?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/7062082705058003627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/7062082705058003627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/01/shannon-robinson-secondhand-body.html' title='Shannon Robinson &quot;Secondhand Body&quot; ~ Whiskey Island Magazine'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-5019364712166840712</id><published>2010-01-08T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T17:39:01.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A. D. Jameson "A Sad Story of Factory Girls" ~ Caketrain</title><content type='html'>A. D. Jameson&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.caketrain.org/pdf/07.pdf"&gt;A Sad Story of Factory Girls&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; appears in &lt;a href="http://www.caketrain.org"&gt;Caketrain&lt;/a&gt; and churns forward with predicate-heavy sentence after sentence, lyrically carrying readers along the story of a man and a girl.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great read.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-5019364712166840712?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/5019364712166840712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/5019364712166840712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/01/d-jameson-sad-story-of-factory-girls.html' title='A. D. Jameson &quot;A Sad Story of Factory Girls&quot; ~ Caketrain'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-7687515907922941984</id><published>2010-01-07T17:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T17:03:03.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elizabeth Eslami "Hibernators" ~ The Minnesota Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;What he thought was that their love would bloom in the dark like the birth of a mole rat.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Appearing in &lt;a href="http://www.theminnesotareview.org/journal/index.shtml"&gt;The Minnesota Review&lt;/a&gt;, Elizabeth Eslami&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.theminnesotareview.org/journal/ns7172/eslami.shtml"&gt;Hibernators&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; tells the story of a girl (&amp;quot;a feminist&amp;quot;) and a guy who dig a hole to escape the world&amp;#39;s expectations.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story offers a fascinating allegory while the attempt to escape ironically results in the realization (and perhaps creation) of snares.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-7687515907922941984?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/7687515907922941984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/7687515907922941984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2010/01/elizabeth-eslami-hibernators-minnesota.html' title='Elizabeth Eslami &quot;Hibernators&quot; ~ The Minnesota Review'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-3051924397519977399</id><published>2009-12-31T03:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T03:52:39.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>John S. Walker "What You've Done for Me" First Place Winner in the  Raymond Carver Short Story Award ~ Carve Magazine</title><content type='html'>Winning first place in the Raymond Carver short story award at &lt;a href="http://www.carvezine.com/index.html"&gt;Carve Magazine&lt;/a&gt;, John S. Walker&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.carvezine.com/issue/2009/summer/walker.htm"&gt;What You&amp;#39;ve Done for Me&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; tells the story of sailors--specifically of a guy (Clay) meeting his brother&amp;#39;s wife, Rita, to talk over an affair his brother Del had in Singapore while serving in the Navy.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Images of the vastness of oceans and continents incarnate the story&amp;#39;s emotional meaning.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-3051924397519977399?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/3051924397519977399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/3051924397519977399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2009/12/john-s-walker-what-youve-done-for-me.html' title='John S. Walker &quot;What You&apos;ve Done for Me&quot; First Place Winner in the  Raymond Carver Short Story Award ~ Carve Magazine'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-4267573478544159351</id><published>2009-12-14T00:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:44:07.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeff Brewer "Sketchy Etchings" ~ The Portland Review</title><content type='html'>Appearing in &lt;a href="http://www.portlandreview.pdx.edu/PRhome.html"&gt;The Portland Review&lt;/a&gt;, Jeff Brewer&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.portlandreview.pdx.edu/PRrecent_story_sketchyetchings.html"&gt;Sketchy Etchings&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; gives the point of a view of a father dealing with the violent imaginations of two boys, nameless, who rob from the neighbors and interrupt the narrator&amp;#39;s generating a mold of his wife.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wife, who&amp;#39;s run away with the neighbor lady, generates an absence that sparks the boys&amp;#39; &amp;quot;incidents.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A strange (in that good intuitive way), surreal tale.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-4267573478544159351?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/4267573478544159351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/4267573478544159351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2009/12/jeff-brewer-sketchy-etchings-portland.html' title='Jeff Brewer &quot;Sketchy Etchings&quot; ~ The Portland Review'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-341585803384874645</id><published>2009-12-03T22:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:59:33.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shelley Scaletta "Sugaring Off" 2009 Fiction Contest Winner ~ The  Briar Cliff Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;But Eleanor could not look away; she was fascinated with his lips. She wondered what they felt like; if they were still soft or maybe hard now with all those scars.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Shelley Scaletta&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.briarcliff.edu/campus/bc_review/images/fiction_winner.pdf"&gt;Sugaring Off&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;quot; nominated for a Pushcart and the 2009 Fiction Contest Winner at &lt;a href="http://www.briarcliff.edu/campus/bc_review.aspx"&gt;The B&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.briarcliff.edu/campus/bc_review.aspx"&gt;riar Cliff Review&lt;/a&gt;, tells the story of Eleanor Dixon, a fifty-five year old cancer survivor who&amp;#39;s just had both breasts removed, mesmerized by the mangled mouth of Paul Grimm, who visits the library where she works.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paul, who checks out a book about maple syrup entitled &lt;i&gt;From Sap to Syrup&lt;/i&gt;, becomes someone in whom she finds some kinship and, though she&amp;#39;s married, someone with whom she feels compelled to share the reality of her changed body.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While her husband Sam ignores her, Eleanor experiences a defining moment in the sugar shack among Paul&amp;#39;s tapped and scarred maples.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-341585803384874645?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/341585803384874645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/341585803384874645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2009/12/shelley-scaletta-sugaring-off-2009.html' title='Shelley Scaletta &quot;Sugaring Off&quot; 2009 Fiction Contest Winner ~ The  Briar Cliff Review'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-7450825230371118391</id><published>2009-11-28T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T15:23:00.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marilyn Dorf "Friday's House" ~ South Dakota Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;One thing Clete could not tolerate, however, was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the way his house stood eye to eye with Friday's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Marilyn Dorf&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://orgs.usd.edu/sdreview/Pdf%20Filles/Spring07Dorf.pdf"&gt;Friday&amp;#39;s House&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;quot; which appeared in &lt;a href="http://orgs.usd.edu/sdreview/"&gt;South Dakota Review&lt;/a&gt;, starts with an effective metaphor.  Clete Conway&amp;#39;s house becomes a character as it faces Friday&amp;#39;s house, where Clete&amp;#39;s ex-wife now lives.  She went there after leaving him.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While the first half of the story details the turning of Clete&amp;#39;s house, so that the front faces the barns, the second half follows his life after the doctor sends him home to die, with &amp;quot;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;some pills to ease the pain a little and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;reduce the pesky cough and discharge&lt;/font&gt;.&amp;quot;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;Near the end, an event brings Clete some traces of redemption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-7450825230371118391?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/7450825230371118391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/7450825230371118391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2009/11/marilyn-dorf-fridays-house-south-dakota.html' title='Marilyn Dorf &quot;Friday&apos;s House&quot; ~ South Dakota Review'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-4328493764974109259</id><published>2009-11-08T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T04:47:06.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ron Rash "Redfish, Possums, and the New South" ~ South Carolina  Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px Times"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"True," says Gerald, "but it proves one thing. It is physically possible to eat a pos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sum."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Appearing in &lt;a href="http://www.clemson.edu/caah/cedp/scrintro.htm"&gt;South Carolina Review&lt;/a&gt;, Ron Rash&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.clemson.edu/caah/cedp/cudp/scr/articles/scr_41-2_rash.pdf"&gt;Redfish, Possums, and the New South&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; gives the first person point of view of a man who, with a friend, starts a possum farm.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfolding action and an articulate narrator make an interesting, very good read.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-4328493764974109259?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/4328493764974109259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/4328493764974109259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2009/11/ron-rash-redfish-possums-and-new-south.html' title='Ron Rash &quot;Redfish, Possums, and the New South&quot; ~ South Carolina  Review'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-8633378621784062491</id><published>2009-10-19T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:35:58.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aja Gabel "How Someone Can Not Recognize You" ~ /nor</title><content type='html'>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;Appearing in &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ohio.edu/nor/index.htm"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;New Ohio Review&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;, Aja Gabel&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ohio.edu/nor/pdfs/gabel.pdf"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;How Someone Can Not Recognize You&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&amp;quot; gives the point of view of Jane, whose father just died, as she stays with her fiance Jeremiah in her father&amp;#39;s house and mourns while preparing the house for sale and her father&amp;#39;s cremation.  A kind of subplot concerning Korean masseurs who commit suicide, images running through Jane&amp;#39;s mind, echoes and adds momentum to the primary story line.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-8633378621784062491?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/8633378621784062491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/8633378621784062491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2009/10/aja-gabel-how-someone-can-not-recognize.html' title='Aja Gabel &quot;How Someone Can Not Recognize You&quot; ~ /nor'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-6773234878867798384</id><published>2009-10-08T17:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T17:47:24.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyce Carol Oates "In the Absence of Mentors/Monsters" ~ Narrative</title><content type='html'>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;Appearing in &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.narrativemagazine.com/"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;Narrative&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt; magazine, Joyce Carol Oates, one of the most prolific and influential writers we&amp;#39;ve got, placed &amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.narrativemagazine.com/issues/fall-2009/absence-mentorsmonsters"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;In the Absence of Mentors/Monsters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;,&amp;quot; a reflection on influences on her art.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;Most compelling are her vivid commentaries on writerly relationships with Donald Barthelme and John Gardner because of their offering insight into the literary landscape of the 1970s, which still impacts the attitudes prevalent in MFA programs nationwide.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;This is perhaps the most moving article I&amp;#39;ve read this year.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;"In the Absence of Mentors/Monsters" appears in&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mentors-Muses-Monsters-Writers-Changed/dp/1439108617/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1255049206&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Mentors, Muses &amp;amp; Monsters&lt;/a&gt;: 30 Writers on the People Who Changed Their Lives&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;(Free Press/Simon &amp;amp; Schuster, November 2009).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-6773234878867798384?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/6773234878867798384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/6773234878867798384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2009/10/joyce-carol-oates-in-absence-of.html' title='Joyce Carol Oates &quot;In the Absence of Mentors/Monsters&quot; ~ Narrative'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-7624150119766545338</id><published>2009-10-05T02:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T02:43:52.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laura Loomis "The Sign" ~ Many Mountains Moving Flash Fiction Contest  Winner</title><content type='html'>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;To appear in &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mmminc.org/index.htm"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;Many Mountains Moving&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt; in 2010, Laura Loomis&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mmminc.org/mmm_online/texts/prose/loomis_the_sign.htm"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;The Sign&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&amp;quot; (winner of The Flash Fiction Contest) conveys the point of view of Jesse, a boy who&amp;#39;s grown up in a deaf home, as he recalls his first days of preschool as well as an important event from high school.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;Jesse meets Gabe, becomes friends with him, and gives him insight about the limitations of spoken language.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;Gabe discovered what any deaf person could tell him: words are clumsy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;Gabe, in turn, helps Jesse discover something about himself, and the clumsiness of love.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-7624150119766545338?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/7624150119766545338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/7624150119766545338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2009/10/laura-loomis-sign-many-mountains-moving.html' title='Laura Loomis &quot;The Sign&quot; ~ Many Mountains Moving Flash Fiction Contest  Winner'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-2365504244980869827</id><published>2009-10-03T16:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:21:13.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laurah Norton Raines "Slow Freeze" ~ Post Road Magazine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;You reached for your beer, and I noticed you&amp;#39;d shaved off your sideburns. I was the only girlfriend you'd ever had that liked them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;Appearing in &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postroadmag.com/16/"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;Post Road Magazine&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;, Laurah Norton Raines&amp;#39; story &amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postroadmag.com/16/nonfiction/raines.phtml"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;Slow Freeze&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&amp;quot; gives a powerful narrative voice addressing &amp;quot;you,&amp;quot; her boyfriend, in a truthful, solemn recounting of a toxic relationship.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;Vivid details and honesty convey complex, achingly real characters and conflict.  The story&amp;#39;s brevity and pace simulate our narrator&amp;#39;s feelings until she&amp;#39;s overwhelmed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;Very moving work.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-2365504244980869827?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/2365504244980869827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/2365504244980869827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2009/10/laurah-norton-raines-slow-freeze-post.html' title='Laurah Norton Raines &quot;Slow Freeze&quot; ~ Post Road Magazine'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-3337869515277150459</id><published>2009-10-03T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T04:20:01.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeff O'Keefe "The Great Crowd" ~ Swink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;"Anyone?" says Ted, looking around. "Anyone other than Sister Counihan want to take a shot? Sister McLellan?"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;Jeff O&amp;#39;Keefe&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.swinkmag.com/jeffokeefe.html"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;The Great Crowd&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&amp;quot; appeared in &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.swinkmag.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;Swink&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt; and presents the heartbreakingly complex, intriguing point of view of Stephanie, who at first has locked herself from her apartment and is late, for the first time, to worship at the Kingdom Hall.  Through Stephanie&amp;#39;s simple but honest voice, we learn she has something wrong with her chromosomes, and eventually this indirect mode of characterization (thought/dialogue) presents a fragile human being deserving and finding in her own way some dignity.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;Most artful are O&amp;#39;Keefe&amp;#39;s accomplishments with vivid scenes with action, gestures, and descriptions that themselves present in miniature the meaning of the entire story.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;"Oh," I say. I picture the basketball rolling and rolling.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia, serif"&gt;A highly recommended, unified work of art.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-3337869515277150459?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/3337869515277150459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/3337869515277150459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2009/10/jeff-okeefe-great-crowd-swink.html' title='Jeff O&apos;Keefe &quot;The Great Crowd&quot; ~ Swink'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-8718330106777122012</id><published>2009-09-29T18:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T18:18:03.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J. David Stevens "Literally," "Ghost Story," "An Old Woman-Her Shoe,"  "Soup," and "Spectacle" ~ The Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="&amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;, serif"&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="&amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;, serif"&gt;Gavin was from the country and took everything literally. Out back, we shot him, and he died.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="&amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;, serif"&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="&amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="&amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;, serif"&gt;J. David Stevens&amp;#39; flashes, appearing in &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="&amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;, serif"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;a href="http://english.osu.edu/research/journals/thejournal/pastissues/i33_1/"&gt;The Journal&lt;/a&gt;, are sometimes hilarious, often playful works of prose that show its writer&amp;#39;s keen attention to language and tone.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="&amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="&amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;, serif"&gt;From meditations on semantics in &amp;quot;Literally,&amp;quot; in which Gavin dies, and the meaningfully distant, objective tone in &amp;quot;Ghost Story&amp;quot; to the retelling in &amp;quot;An Old Woman--Her Shoe;&amp;quot; and from the the metaphor of the pot of &amp;quot;Soup&amp;quot; to the strangeness (in that good way) of &amp;quot;Spectacle,&amp;quot; this is moving work.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="&amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="&amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;, serif"&gt;Oh, and then there&amp;#39;s...  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="&amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;, serif"&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="&amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;, serif"&gt;The bears, wrapped in C-4 explosive and ten-penny nails, had been trained by counterintelligence agents to detonate themselves at the precise moment of his impact.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="&amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;, serif"&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-8718330106777122012?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/8718330106777122012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/8718330106777122012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2009/09/j-david-stevens-literally-ghost-story.html' title='J. David Stevens &quot;Literally,&quot; &quot;Ghost Story,&quot; &quot;An Old Woman-Her Shoe,&quot;  &quot;Soup,&quot; and &quot;Spectacle&quot; ~ The Journal'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-3326468568016433341</id><published>2009-09-02T22:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:11:10.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharma Shields "Souvenirs" ~ Fugue</title><content type='html'>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="tahoma, sans-serif"&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-weight: 300; "&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="tahoma, sans-serif"&gt;He was my serial killer. I call him mine because he lived across the street from me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="tahoma, sans-serif"&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Published in &lt;a href="http://uidaho.edu/fugue/"&gt;Fugue&lt;/a&gt;, Sharma Shields &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://uidaho.edu/fugue/SharmaShields.html"&gt;Sourvenirs&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; not only starts with an engaging first line but presents the compelling first-person point of view of Sarah, neighbor of a serial killer, who&amp;#39;s named Rold.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A gruesomely fascinating relationship ensues.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-3326468568016433341?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/3326468568016433341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/3326468568016433341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2009/09/sharma-shields-souvenirs-fugue.html' title='Sharma Shields &quot;Souvenirs&quot; ~ Fugue'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-2405801724535330990</id><published>2009-09-02T01:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T01:13:20.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Jenks "A Brief Handbook of Revision for Writers" ~ Narrative</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;Like a musician or painter, a writer practices, learns, and overlearns the techniques of an art so that once inculcated they may be performed with an exactness and ease of proficiency fed by inspiration.&amp;quot;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; Co-editor of &lt;a href="http://www.narrativemagazine.com/"&gt;Narrative&lt;/a&gt;, Tom Jenks in &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.narrativemagazine.com/issues/fall-2009/brief-handbook-revision-writers"&gt;A Brief Handbook of Revision for Writers&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; provides advice for writers on the topic of revising fiction.  Premises to the essay include master works of fiction evidencing a writer&amp;#39;s carefully revising early drafts.  As co-editor of a magazine that publishes some of our very best writers, such as Richard Bausch (whom we honor over at &lt;a href="http://ourstories.us/"&gt;Our Stories&lt;/a&gt; with an annual contest), Joyce Carol Oates, and&lt;a href="http://ourstories.us/Summer_2009/Interview_StuartDybek.html"&gt; Stuart Dybek (whom we just interviewed at OS&lt;/a&gt;), Jenks offers insight into the very competitive act of trying to publish fiction.  The essay also clarifies the bane some writers who submit to literary journals: writers often assume early drafts clearly communicate the fire of artistic motivation that moved the writer to conceive of her story.  Many times, though, submissions almost immediately, often as early as the first few pages, show signs of needed revision.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a very beneficial essay for the student of writing as well as for the friend (whether that be teacher or reader) of developing writers.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-2405801724535330990?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/2405801724535330990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/2405801724535330990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2009/09/tom-jenks-brief-handbook-of-revision.html' title='Tom Jenks &quot;A Brief Handbook of Revision for Writers&quot; ~ Narrative'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-2016702548423653068</id><published>2009-08-12T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:33:20.612-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erik hoel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;big cats&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justin nicholes'/><title type='text'>Erik Hoel "Big Cats" ~ Our Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A story we published in our recent issue at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ourstories.us/index.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our Stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, Erik Koel's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ourstories.us/Summer_2009/Hoel_SU09.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Big Cats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; caught my interest from those opening passages. Something strange happens, and that strangeness conveys to me some emotional weight Daniel, the story's main character who walks with invisible tigers his entire life, seems to feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-2016702548423653068?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/2016702548423653068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/2016702548423653068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2009/08/erik-hoel-big-cats-our-stories.html' title='Erik Hoel &quot;Big Cats&quot; ~ Our Stories'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-2665389392348694762</id><published>2009-07-03T07:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T07:32:40.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adina Davis "Dead Wood" ~ Frostwriting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;From my window, I could see that the crown was bare, just dead wood, though from below it looked healthy.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Adina Davis&amp;#39; story &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.frostwriting.com/issues/article/dead-wood/"&gt;Dead Wood&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; appears in &lt;a href="http://www.frostwriting.com/"&gt;Frostwriting&lt;/a&gt; and gives the point of view of Elizabeth, who watches from a window as men take away  a dead tree.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;The image of the extirpated tree accurately mirrors the anguish from a departing father, and the ending rings true.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-2665389392348694762?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/2665389392348694762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/2665389392348694762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2009/07/adina-davis-dead-wood-frostwriting.html' title='Adina Davis &quot;Dead Wood&quot; ~ Frostwriting'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-8674662900990463972</id><published>2009-07-02T08:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T08:41:35.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kathleen Glassburn "Kauai" ~ Cadillac Cicatrix</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As time has passed I feel the shape of our life pulling further apart, and I don't know if I care about remolding it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Kathleen Glassburn&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.cadillaccicatrix.org/kay_harris.htm"&gt;Kauai&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; appears in &lt;a href="http://www.cadillaccicatrix.org/index1.htm"&gt;Cadillac Cicatrix&lt;/a&gt; and conveys, mostly through thought and description, the character of Carla, who goes on a vacation with her husband Ben a year after Dale, their son, died.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Carla&amp;#39;s tone effectively illuminates the story&amp;#39;s meaning and purpose--that sometimes second chances mean at least transient moments of capitulation to even the most painful realities.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-8674662900990463972?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/8674662900990463972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/8674662900990463972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2009/07/kathleen-glassburn-kauai-cadillac.html' title='Kathleen Glassburn &quot;Kauai&quot; ~ Cadillac Cicatrix'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-6403826848395919984</id><published>2009-07-01T10:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:13:16.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John Abbot "The King" ~ Upstreet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"His mom was crying. He could hear her even though he was in the kitchen. The sound of her crying seemed to rise above the voices coming from the TV..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Appearing in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.upstreet-mag.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Upstreet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;magazine, John Abbot's "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.upstreet-mag.org/upstreet_4_pdfs/Abbott.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;" follows Reggie, a boy who disguises himself as Elvis one Halloween and who, after spotting his mom and boyfriend drunkenly screwing on the couch, hangs with a neighbor named Mr. Lecrone to distribute candy to trick-or-treaters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Afterwards he goes home again and overhears another detail, and makes a choice, that contributes to the story's overall tone of ennui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-6403826848395919984?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/6403826848395919984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/6403826848395919984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2009/07/john-abbot-king-upstreet.html' title='John Abbot &quot;The King&quot; ~ Upstreet'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-9146580840007984541</id><published>2009-06-20T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T05:31:53.795-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erin lyndal martin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justin nicholes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hotel amerika'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;if a body&quot;'/><title type='text'>Erin Lyndal Martin "If a Body" ~ Hotel Amerika</title><content type='html'>"people were less afraid of death when they could imagine climbing up outside of themselves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appearing in &lt;a href="http://www.HotelAmerika.net/index.shtml"&gt;Hotel Amerika&lt;/a&gt;, one of our most exciting literary forums, Erin Lyndal Martin's "&lt;a href="http://www.HotelAmerika.net/index.shtml"&gt;If a Body&lt;/a&gt;" presents poetic prose creating a kind of threnody until bathos turns the piece darkly humorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent prose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-9146580840007984541?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/9146580840007984541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/9146580840007984541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2009/06/erin-lyndal-martin-if-body-hotel.html' title='Erin Lyndal Martin &quot;If a Body&quot; ~ Hotel Amerika'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-2159894029626898867</id><published>2009-06-10T17:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:17:31.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christopher Merkner "Check the Baby," "I Am Sleeping," &amp; "Afternoon"  ~ Gulf Coast</title><content type='html'>Christopher Merkner&amp;#39;s flashes, entitled &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.gulfcoastmag.org/index.php?n=2&amp;amp;si=14&amp;amp;s=894" target="_blank"&gt;Check the Baby,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I Am Sleeping,&amp;quot; &amp;amp; &amp;quot;Afternoon&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;quot; appear in &lt;a href="http://www.gulfcoastmag.org/index.php?n=1" target="_blank"&gt;Gulf Coast&lt;/a&gt; and follow the first-person p.o.v. of a new father.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The insightful voice movingly whispers confessions, of adultery, feelings of confinement, boredom and nauseating guilt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very well-wrought prose.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-2159894029626898867?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/2159894029626898867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/2159894029626898867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2009/06/christopher-merkner-check-baby-i-am.html' title='Christopher Merkner &quot;Check the Baby,&quot; &quot;I Am Sleeping,&quot; &amp; &quot;Afternoon&quot;  ~ Gulf Coast'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-7580582211114652582</id><published>2009-05-01T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T04:16:50.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robert olen butler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justin nicholes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narrative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little fuckers'/><title type='text'>Robert Olen Butler "Little Fuckers" ~ Narrative</title><content type='html'>Upon reception of the Million Writers Award for best online publication, &lt;a href="http://narrativemagazine.com/"&gt;Narrative&lt;/a&gt; is featuring 8 notable stories recognized by the award committee.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those stories, Robert Olen Butler's "&lt;a href="http://narrativemagazine.com/issues/winter-2008/little-fuckers"&gt;Little Fuckers&lt;/a&gt;"  brilliantly glimpses into viewpoints of famous people having sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Jean-Paul Sartre's awkward experience with Simone de Beauvoir, to Bonnie and Clyde on the eve of their death; and from Walt Whitman's romp with Oscar Wilde, to Thomas Jefferson's tryst with his sixteen-year-old slave, these stories keenly condense lives and impulses in stream-of-conscious musings during sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very enjoyable read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-7580582211114652582?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/7580582211114652582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/7580582211114652582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2009/05/robert-olen-butler-little-fuckers.html' title='Robert Olen Butler &quot;Little Fuckers&quot; ~ Narrative'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-1365376452674303319</id><published>2009-04-24T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T07:49:52.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gary edward holcomb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justin nicholes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exquisite corpse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;fly fishing romania&quot;'/><title type='text'>Gary Edward Holcomb "Fly Fishing Romania" ~ Exquisite Corpse</title><content type='html'>"And we think this ourselves, we academics. It's a thing of pride with us that we are constantly at work. So I am incessantly busy, or appear to be, which is most important. Writing this essay, for instance, both counts as work and doesn't count."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary Edward Holcomb's "&lt;a href="http://www.corpse.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;id=33&amp;Itemid=36"&gt;Fly Fishing Romania&lt;/a&gt;" appeared in &lt;a href="http://www.corpse.org/index.php?option=com_frontpage&amp;Itemid=1"&gt;Exquisite Corpse&lt;/a&gt; and details an academic's "leisure" time in Romania while welcoming new Fulbright scholars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The discussion touches on assertions in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dialectic of Enlightenment&lt;/span&gt; by Theodor Adorno, specifically that leisure time signifies time for passively consuming capitalist products and, in the process, time for shaping folks to quietly embrace this kind of economic ethos.  Yet fly fishing more closely represents work than play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holcomb fascinatingly likens fly fishing not only to the act of critical reading but also to the process of writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The piece moves most forcefully when Holcomb describes, and refers back to, a hole he found in the North Fork, where he lost but really found himself alone in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I dream of returning to that spot. I literally dream about the spot, the pool appearing to me sometimes like some deep, unfathomable uncertainty. In my dream I find the pool finally but don't have time to fish it before I awaken&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More stories follow echoing the initial sensation of finding oneself through fish and fly fishing--and evocative stories illustrate other people's personal manifestations of the process of exhilarating leisure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trenchant writing at one of our most exciting forums.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-1365376452674303319?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/1365376452674303319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/1365376452674303319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2009/04/gary-edward-holcomb-fly-fishing-romania.html' title='Gary Edward Holcomb &quot;Fly Fishing Romania&quot; ~ Exquisite Corpse'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-1102200446116885894</id><published>2009-04-21T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T18:54:20.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carve Magazine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marylou Fusco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justin nicholes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Weather Girls&quot;'/><title type='text'>Marylou Fusco "Weather Girls" ~ Carve Magazine</title><content type='html'>Marylou Fusco's "&lt;a href="http://www.carvezine.com/issue/2009/spring/fusco.htm"&gt;Weather Girls&lt;/a&gt;" appeared in &lt;a href="http://www.carvezine.com/index.html"&gt;Carve Magazine&lt;/a&gt; and offers a second-person p.o.v. reminding a character ("you") named Christine of her feelings about the incommensurable Meredith Durmont in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine, fascinated with weather, feels strangely threatened by Meredith, and through imagery the story conveys the character, not only of the narrator, but also of "you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-1102200446116885894?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/1102200446116885894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/1102200446116885894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2009/04/marylou-fusco-weather-girls-carve.html' title='Marylou Fusco &quot;Weather Girls&quot; ~ Carve Magazine'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-1213227613537791965</id><published>2009-04-18T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T06:33:40.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Molly Giles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blackbird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Ghost Dogs&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justin nicholes'/><title type='text'>Molly Giles "Ghost Dog" ~ Blackbird</title><content type='html'>"My stalker was old, starved, all bones and bristle, with eyes so white they had to be blind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appearing in &lt;a href="http://www.blackbird.vcu.edu/index.htm"&gt;Blackbird&lt;/a&gt;, Molly Giles's "&lt;a href="http://www.blackbird.vcu.edu/v7n1/fiction/giles_m/ghostdog.htm"&gt;Ghost Dog&lt;/a&gt;" gives the first person p.o.v. of an abused, hopeful vagabond living on the island of Kaua’i.  The hope is the man she loves, Les, will build the Center--where an ancient Asian ritual of visualizing energy will apparently heal sickness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complications, at least as the narrator sees them, come in the forms of Simon and Sonia, who get drunk and fight enough to bloody sheets, and Sonia even mauls Les's ear after a night of coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, what the narrator has always wanted, the Center and Les and them together, is impossible: Sonia, who has the money, wants what will necessarily send, once again, the narrator into the jungle with all the other escaped animals with which she feels kinship.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hauntingly wonderful story, with a genuinely feeling and vulnerable narrator who heartbreakingly moves towards painful realization.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most moving, the vivid image of the ghost dog poetically encapsulates the entire meaning and purpose of as powerful a story as anyone can read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-1213227613537791965?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/1213227613537791965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/1213227613537791965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2009/04/molly-giles-ghost-dog-blackbird.html' title='Molly Giles &quot;Ghost Dog&quot; ~ Blackbird'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-3392086855996595261</id><published>2009-04-11T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:02:37.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;ex libris&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justin nicholes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristiana Colón'/><title type='text'>Kristiana Colón "ex libris" ~ Our Stories</title><content type='html'>"We choked our thrill and tensed for footsteps. We blushed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristiana Colón's "&lt;a href="http://ourstories.us/Spring_2009/Kcolon_SG09.html"&gt;ex libris&lt;/a&gt;" appeared in our recent issue of &lt;a href="http://ourstories.us/"&gt;Our Stories&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piece of flash fiction, when I dredged it from the slush pile, instantly gripped me with its undeniable sensuality and vivid characterization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-3392086855996595261?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/3392086855996595261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/3392086855996595261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2009/04/kristiana-colon-ex-libris-our-stories.html' title='Kristiana Colón &quot;ex libris&quot; ~ Our Stories'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-7626690448130896350</id><published>2009-04-11T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T06:36:08.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;My Fear of the South&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jerald Walker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justin nicholes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oxford American'/><title type='text'>Jerald Walker "My Fear of the South" ~ Oxford American</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Without thinking, I refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why?” she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched for an answer, and there were many, but only one that was undeniably true: My fear of the South was back, flushed from my subconscious by the prospect of my return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerald Walker's essay "&lt;a href="http://www.oxfordamericanmag.com/content.cfm?ArticleID=427&amp;Entry=CurrentIssue"&gt;My Fear of the South&lt;/a&gt;" appeared in &lt;a href="http://www.oxfordamericanmag.com/index.cfm"&gt;Oxford American&lt;/a&gt; in a special issue on race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the most captivating essays I've read, emphasizing at least to me just how important discussions of race in an intelligent forum remain.  Even from China, and after travels to other continents and way South (Mexico), this topic dredges up in me, too (partly because I'm also a Northerner and ignorant of the realities of the imagined South), some shade of the fear Walker describes; the essay moves me in a way only an American, I think, can be moved by the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walker's tone is insightful and honest, and Oxford American has compiled a special issue ("&lt;a href="http://www.oxfordamericanmag.com/oastoreview.cfm?StyleID=488&amp;Entry=Home"&gt;devoted to the 'Past, Present, and Future' of Race&lt;/a&gt;") absolutely necessary for Americans of consciousness to embrace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-7626690448130896350?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/7626690448130896350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/7626690448130896350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2009/04/jerald-walker-my-fear-of-south-oxford.html' title='Jerald Walker &quot;My Fear of the South&quot; ~ Oxford American'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-2134545184230332544</id><published>2009-04-06T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:39:20.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elise Moser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;The Miniature Breaths&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Antigonish Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justin nicholes'/><title type='text'>Elise Moser "The Miniature Breaths" ~ The Antigonish Review</title><content type='html'>"Paul danced at dusk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appearing in &lt;a href="http://www.antigonishreview.com/"&gt;The Antigonish Review&lt;/a&gt;, Elise Moser's "&lt;a href="http://www.antigonishreview.com/bi-156/156-fiction-elise-moser.html"&gt;The Miniature Breaths&lt;/a&gt;" offers startlingly pithy and moving images to convey the character of Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short and poetically loaded, this narrative, in its surreal dream, casts the spell of any good longer work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-2134545184230332544?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/2134545184230332544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/2134545184230332544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2009/04/elise-moser-miniature-breaths.html' title='Elise Moser &quot;The Miniature Breaths&quot; ~ The Antigonish Review'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-4436793275234129205</id><published>2009-03-29T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T17:46:23.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenny Byerly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mcsweeney&apos;s internet tendency'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justin nicholes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Chip Tusken: Road-sign writer&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mcsweeney&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Kenny Byerly "Chip Tusken: Road-Sign Writer" ~ McSweeney's Internet Tendency</title><content type='html'>Kenny Byerly's "&lt;a href="http://www.mcsweeneys.net/2009/3/26byerly.html"&gt;Chip Tusken: Road-Sign Writer&lt;/a&gt;" appears in &lt;a href="http://www.mcsweeneys.net/"&gt;McSweeney's Internet Tendency&lt;/a&gt; and had me rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-4436793275234129205?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/4436793275234129205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/4436793275234129205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2009/03/kenny-byerly-chip-tusken-road-sign.html' title='Kenny Byerly &quot;Chip Tusken: Road-Sign Writer&quot; ~ McSweeney&apos;s Internet Tendency'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-4909759778929957628</id><published>2009-03-29T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T17:36:51.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;I Am Not on a Roll&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mcsweeney&apos;s internet tendency'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie Kemper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justin nicholes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mcsweeney&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Ellie Kemper "I Am Not on a Roll" ~ McSweeney's Internet Tendency</title><content type='html'>"Sometimes artists will convince themselves that they're on a roll, in an effort to ensure that the roll not be broken. Sometimes rescued tuxedo kittens sneak out in the middle of the night as a hilarious joke, but then forget to come back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, the sure-fire way for a good laugh and fascinating reawakening to language is: go to &lt;a href="http://www.mcsweeneys.net/"&gt;McSweeney's Internet Tendency&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie Kemper's "&lt;a href="http://www.mcsweeneys.net/2009/3/27kemper.html"&gt;I Am Not on a Roll&lt;/a&gt;" delivers all you can expect and never will I look again at the phrase, "on a roll," the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-4909759778929957628?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/4909759778929957628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/4909759778929957628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2009/03/ellie-kemper-i-am-not-on-roll.html' title='Ellie Kemper &quot;I Am Not on a Roll&quot; ~ McSweeney&apos;s Internet Tendency'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-2477060854483193177</id><published>2009-03-29T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T16:46:11.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E. L. Doctorow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Lives of the Poets: Six Stories and a Novella&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justin nicholes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;The Writer in the Family&quot;'/><title type='text'>E. L. Doctorow "The Writer in the Family" ~ ''Lives of the Poets: Six Stories and a Novella"</title><content type='html'>E. L. Doctorow's story "The Writer in the Family" appears as the first story in ''&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lives-Poets-Six-Stories-Novella/dp/0380699966"&gt;Lives of the Poets: Six Stories and a Novella&lt;/a&gt;" and is one of the most moving stories anyone can read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It follows a youth named Jonathan, whose father Jack has died, but whose paternal side of the family, in particular Jonathan's Aunt Frances, lies to Jonathan's paternal grandmother that Jack, failed salesman, has moved to Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth, Jack, Jonathan the narrator's father, has died.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Years ago his life had fallen into a pattern of business failures and missed opportunities.  The great debate between his family on the one side, and my mother Ruth on the other, was this: who was responsible for the fact that he had not lived up to anyone’s expectations?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Frances, to appease the whims of Jonathan's grandmother, asks Jonathan to write letters--in the name of his dead father.  Jonathan does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though published twenty years ago, here is one of the best stories anyone who loves fiction, and who is wondering about the writer's role in a family, can read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-2477060854483193177?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/2477060854483193177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/2477060854483193177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-l-doctorow-writer-in-family-lives-of.html' title='E. L. Doctorow &quot;The Writer in the Family&quot; ~ &apos;&apos;Lives of the Poets: Six Stories and a Novella&quot;'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-7997427087760368747</id><published>2009-03-13T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T05:49:44.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laura van den Berg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boston Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Up High in the Air&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justin nicholes'/><title type='text'>Laura van den Berg "Up High in the Air" ~ Boston Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Is that a picture of Lake Michigan?”&lt;br /&gt;“No,” he said. “It’s a picture of something in Lake Michigan.” He sat up and pointed at a dark speck in the center of the photograph. “Right there. The monster is what I’m looking at.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://bostonreview.net/BR34.1/vandenberg.php"&gt;Up High in the Air&lt;/a&gt;," by Laura van den Berg, appeared in &lt;a href="http://bostonreview.net/"&gt;Boston Review&lt;/a&gt; and follows Diane, an assistant prof. of etymology who's screwing her student, Dean, and whose mother (widowed after the narrator's father drowns years earlier in the Platte) calls to say strange things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband, rejected by mainstream academia and the Lake Michigan Federation, gets a call from the Mishegenabeg Discovery Group to find, as Diane the etymologist almost says, "a big fucking snake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane's life becomes increasingly confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good story with several interesting plot lines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-7997427087760368747?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/7997427087760368747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/7997427087760368747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2009/03/laura-van-den-berg-up-high-in-air.html' title='Laura van den Berg &quot;Up High in the Air&quot; ~ Boston Review'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-6422602590431399698</id><published>2009-03-08T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T05:24:08.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Eleven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Saint Anne&apos;s Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justin nicholes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diane Greco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Spelunker&quot;'/><title type='text'>Diane Greco "Eleven, The Spelunker" ~ The Saint Anne's Review</title><content type='html'>"I only wish that, in casting me as the pedantic, spinsterish anti-heroine in your book, you’d given me a fuller head of hair; baldness in women is so difficult, so tragic, that I think you, as a writer, might have misstepped in failing to imagine my character’s suffering sufficiently."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane Greco's "&lt;a href="http://www.saintannsreview.com/current/fic_greco.html"&gt;Eleven, The Spelunker&lt;/a&gt;" appeared in &lt;a href="http://www.saintannsreview.com/current/index.htm"&gt;The Saint Anne's Review&lt;/a&gt; and, an epistolary story, gives a letter a geology prof. writes to a guy who wrote a novel apparently featuring her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the letter, she details events concerning her and a spelunker faculty member so that the writer can transform the details into an award-winning work of fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, we learn where the prof. is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very good story, concluding with a fascinating image of multiple exits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-6422602590431399698?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/6422602590431399698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/6422602590431399698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2009/03/diane-greco-eleven-spelunker-saint.html' title='Diane Greco &quot;Eleven, The Spelunker&quot; ~ The Saint Anne&apos;s Review'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-634578885459545058</id><published>2009-03-06T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T17:39:18.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Gettysburg Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G. K. Wuori'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justin nicholes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why We Are in Iraq'/><title type='text'>G. K. Wuori "Why We Are in Iraq" ~ The Gettysburg Review</title><content type='html'>"REFORM IS A KISS FROM A BLIND WHORE,  AND I SMOOCHED HER GOOD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appearing in &lt;a href="http://public.gettysburg.edu/academics/gettysburg_review/"&gt;The Gettysburg Review&lt;/a&gt;, G. K. Wuori's "&lt;a href="http://public.gettysburg.edu/academics/gettysburg_review/Wuori.htm"&gt;Why We Are in Iraq&lt;/a&gt;" follows a first-person narrator, Franklin McCormick, who works for Harrison Whitehead (as his "drunk"), a farmer who puts McCormick in a shed and comes by to beat him, as do "the boys," Corky and Baker--as well as other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCormick witnesses something terrible, and his sober, intelligent voice makes for one of the most indelible stories anyone can read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-634578885459545058?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/634578885459545058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/634578885459545058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2009/03/g-k-wuori.html' title='G. K. Wuori &quot;Why We Are in Iraq&quot; ~ The Gettysburg Review'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813833113676135731.post-6181109792979282640</id><published>2009-03-05T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T04:37:35.288-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The American Scholar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;The Future of the American Frontier&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justin nicholes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Tirman'/><title type='text'>John Tirman "The Future of the American Frontier" ~ The American Scholar</title><content type='html'>"The hero is the human exponent of the frontier myth, and all heroes embody qualities that speak to the anxieties of the age."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Tirman's "&lt;a href="http://www.theamericanscholar.org/the-future-of-the-american-frontier/"&gt;The Future of the American Frontier&lt;/a&gt;" appeared in &lt;a href="http://www.theamericanscholar.org/"&gt;The American Scholar&lt;/a&gt; and explores a powerful discourse in the US, reinforced throughout the history of the country, that Americans have always possessed an inherent right to expand frontiers while taming enemies.  Though its power is diminishing, the myth perseveres in evolving political manifestations.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fascinating, insightful work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813833113676135731-6181109792979282640?l=goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/6181109792979282640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813833113676135731/posts/default/6181109792979282640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodstoriesandessays.blogspot.com/2009/03/john-tirman-future-of-american-frontier.html' title='John Tirman &quot;The Future of the American Frontier&quot; ~ The American Scholar'/><author><name>justin nicholes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11154824747581960928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI-nzUvSl6E/TpDfrO-tLRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wF59cB0ZmVk/s220/5458776.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
