The boy found the helmet perched atop a bag of trash set out in front of Mr. and Mrs. Traska's house across the street. Well, only Mrs.... more

The apartment smells of burnt toast when Marcia arrives home from work. Her husband, Gary, having toasted two loaves that afternoon,... more

Rick Moody's not the kind of writer who needs one of these introductory paragraphs. Author of some of our most... more

I'm functional in the sense that I make it to evening confrontations. At the sushi bar, Gita keeps talking about some girl she works... more

I rest my head on a pillow, falling in and out of sleep. Outside the windshield, locusts reflect light like shooting stars as they catch in the... more

"You played sports?" he asks over dinner. They're having baked chicken and baked potatoes. Clean food is how she thinks of it, only a... more

The hair monster checked out the ass of a handicapped woman. She was standing with her back turned when the... more

Roy Kesey's best stories manage to be hilarious and poignant, absurd and intelligent, amusing but still close to the... more

She was what his father, who had a Betty Grable calendar in the garage, used to call a bleached blonde, and she was kind of daffy-taffy... more

The earth is deep brown and peppered with crows. Sorry-looking cows nuzzle the frozen refuge. Two mongrel dogs, skinny,... more

Gerry let out a loud belch and tried unsuccessfully to focus on Albert.

"I've got to get her back. I miss her so... more

What was he thinking? Any one of us could've found it. Cards, letters, notes, and worst of all, photos. A woman -- a blonde, of all... more

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure. I'm 43. I'm sure."

"It's a big decision. It's a life."

"Don't you think I know that? I'm... more

Jeffrey Brown entered the comics world with three intimate autobiographical graphic novels about failed... more

She had death in her hands, in her heart, in the americ tang of her angry sweat: she was jealous of a piece of bread. It was a dark,... more

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Deirdre doesn't talk to Nicole anymore, but she thinks she does. Last winter, six months went by with neither one of them saying... more

1. Ionization

In a city where everything feels a bit belated, where the clever ones... more

Kitty peeled dead flies off the screen. She squinted in the direction of the boatyard. "No boats today," she muttered to... more

It is 1:38 pm the day after the event and the best way I can think of to... more

Very soon, a book named Famous Fathers will appear on bookshelves. It's by the astonishing Pia Ehrhardt.

This is... more

Leonard Crank is an ass. He's a beer-in-a-can-drinking, White-Owl-cigar-smoking, wife-beater-wearing, greasy-haired slug. He... more

"Rita, I know you've slept with one of your cousins," Mom told me this morning at brunch.

My stomach kicked. I stopped chewing... more

He sits in his chair, absently running his fingers through his thinning white hair. She hunches on the sofa, quivering, holding a... more

A ticket to watch Cindy do her striptease cost a dollar and an ice cream.

Terms and conditions of business were:

1) The... more

The following is an email conversation I had with Ben Greenman, an editor at The New Yorker and the author... more

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My father’s ashes clumped on the way to Smith Mountain Lake—it was probably the humidity. We had transferred his ashes from the... more