“While my writing is autobiographical, I don’t feel beholden to the facts because I’m using the materials of my life to create a story. The purpose is not to tell people that this is what happened, nor should people read my work in order to find out about my life. I want people to read these essays as works of literature, stories.”
A long time ago, my Persian mother became a prophet, like Tiresias, and she told me I would die. But what does she know? She was cursed for interrupting love, for not allowing it.
In our Spring 2018 issue, Frances McCue teaches American Literature in Marrakesh, Iman Mersal (translated by Robin Moger) searches for her mother in an old photograph, and Nahal Suzanne Jamir reflects on the dreams surrounding her mother’s loss of vision.
Fiction by Jane Bradley, Nicholas Delbanco, Ally Glass-Katz, and Fahima Haque.
Poetry by Benjamin Alfaro, Fady Joudah, Shane McCrae, David Mura, Nkosi Nkululeko, Jacqueline Osherow, Lena Khalaf Tuffaha, and Kamelya Youssef.
First, I should note that my subject is a topic civilized people rarely discuss. We are here to talk about money. The discussion will be crass. Incriminating details will be disclosed, actual figures cited.
“Idiophone is a dance between Fusselman and her reader; Fusselman is always fully leading, sometimes at a stately pace, but most often at one that is allegro, even allegro vivace.”