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.
Tonight I will be home by ten. If I’m lucky I’ll finish this post and still have time to read another chapter, maybe two, before my mind begins to melt. I’m 25, unwed, no kids, and except for the meeting across town I’ll spend nearly the whole day in my neighborhood.
Kumar’s bones were pushing up under his skin like silent hills. His ribs rippled up in hardened waves while his shoulders and wrists stood out in knotted clumps. In the afternoons, I would count Kumar’s bones while he tried to sleep.
“You’re counting the same one twice,” he would mumble without opening his eyes.
“Well it’s poking up in two places. A lot of them are.”
Jaimy Gordon, who to her surprise just won the National Book Award for her novel Lord of Misrule, called me up the week before the award ceremony, when she was still just a nominee. She’s published a couple pieces in MQR, so I was happy to hear from her—and pleased to discover the reason for her call.