A Room with a View: Kate Zambreno & Amina Cain

BOMB is pleased to host A Room with a View, live conversations with artists and writers.

Part of the A Room with a View series.

A Room with a View featuring Kate Zambreno & Amina Cain

A Room with a View: Kate Zambreno & Amina Cain, April 30, 2020.

Dear Readers,

A Room with a View will feature BOMB contributors past and present.

Join us this Thursday, April 30, for A Room with a View. The series features BOMB contributors past and present in conversation on Crowdcast. In anticipation of Kate Zambreno’s forthcoming novel, Drifts (Riverhead Books, 2020), we will gather (online) for an evening with the author of Indelicacy (FSG, 2020), Amina Cain. The two writers will discuss their novels and answer audience questions. 

Register via Crowdcast here.

Drifts and Indelicacy are available for pre-order and order here.

Kate Zambreno is the author of several books including Screen Tests (Harper, 2019), Heroines (2014), and Green Girl (2011). Her writing has appeared in The Paris Review, VQR, BOMB and elsewhere. She teaches in the writing programs at Columbia University and Sarah Lawrence College.

Amina Cain is the author most recently of the novel Indelicacy (FSG, 2020) and a collection of short stories called Creature (Dorothy, 2013). Her writing has appeared in Granta, The Paris Review Daily, n+1, The Believer, and other places. She lives in Los Angeles.

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