On July 14th, the Prime Minister and First Lady of Malaysia had a private audience with Queen Elizabeth at Buckingham Palace. The Prime Minister, Najib Razak, wore a dark suit; the First Lady, Rosmah Mansor, wore a pale blue baju kebaya, a traditional Malay women’s garment that harks back to a time before Malay culture was as heavily Islamised/Arabised as it is today.
I’ve recently gotten into the habit of tuning into AM radio while getting ready in the morning–sometimes listening specifically for the news; other times just enjoying the voices and occasional musical interludes that make for relaxing background noise. The other day, to my initial delight, I heard a guy mention one of my favorite literary protagonists: Emma Bovary.
fiction by Karen Heuler
Truly the most astonishing thing happened when that new employee Mindy walked into the meeting wearing Paulina’s hair.
Paulina’s hands immediately went up to her head. Bald. Maybe a little patch of stubble.
Paulina gasped, but her coworkers at the meeting smiled a bland welcome to Mindy. Couldn’t they see what had happened?
Paulina’s hands began to shake in anger. Her pencils had been disappearing, even her scotch tape. And now this!
So there I was: a Mormon girl in Republican Orange County during the Reagan years of the Cold War, watching the jets and helicopters traverse the skies over the orange groves, witnessing with my bodily and spiritual eyes the last hurrah of the Southern California military-industrial complex.
Joanna Brooks on the Mormon apocalypse, Amy Butcher on living with juvenile rheumatoid arthritis, Bryon Edwards and Jeffrey Meyers on Paul and Jane Bowles, Roger Porter on the return of the exile, William Miller on losing it, Pearl Abraham on Ayaan Hirsi Ali, Molly Patterson on culture, language, and belonging.
Poetry by Thomas Lynch, Theodore Worozbyt, G. C. Waldrep, Janet Kauffman, and Georges Perros.
Fiction by Kathy Flann and Karen Heuler.