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Gloss by Leah Dworkin
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I say something about the time and he replies, “I cannot sleep in this lifeless room, I can’t, I can’t. I won’t. You can’t make me.”

And Everything Tasted of Soap by Jane Yong Kim
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On Barbara Comyns’s Our Spoons Came From Woolworths

Suzanne Scanlon by Kate Zambreno
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Index as fiction, mess as virtue.

Rama Burshtein’s Fill the Void by Liza Béar
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It’s a rare delight when a film makes a little-known, hermetic community that is bristling with traditions, customs, rules, and regulations come alive, transcending that subculture through its humanity.

Dinner with Caveh by E.A. Ireland

Caveh Zahedi chats about pools and poetry, the analogy of marriage and yoga, and his controversial recent film The Sheik and I.

Time Travelers by Asaf Hanuka
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Simyon by Etgar Keret

Two people were standing at the door. 

Two Stories by Vestal McIntyre

This First Proof contains two short stories by Vestal McIntyre.

Excerpt from Netsuke: A Novel by Rikki Ducornet
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A psychoanalyst interacts with three people: his wife, Akiko, and two patients: Kat, whom he also calls The Cutter, and David Swancourt. He receives these patients in his new office, Spells.

Ventriloquy by Christopher Sorrentino

This First Proof contains the short story “Ventriloquy.”

Mrs. Dellums Speaks by Solon Timothy Woodward

This First Proof contains the story “Mrs. Dellums Speaks.”

You Look Like You Do by Victoria Redel
Fiction for Driving Across America: Herb and Rosalie Swanson at the Cocoanut Grove by Peter Orner

In the first installment in BOMB’s Fiction for Driving Across America series, Peter Orner reads his short story “Herb and Rosalie Swanson at the Cocoanut Grove,” published in BOMB 103’s literary supplement, First Proof.

Herb and Rosalie Swanson at the Cocoanut Grove by Peter Orner

Two decades after it happened Herb Swanson began to tell it at dinner parties. 

Saturday by Scott Sell

They have separate alarm clocks on their nightstands because she always needs to be 10 minutes ahead of him.

Collusions by Beth Helms

In the afternoons Ghy and I carry our tea out to the screened-in porch. We cut sandwich rounds—using shot glasses to make perfect circles—and stack them with cucumber slices and homemade mayonnaise, tomato and whatever cheese is handy.

Grace by Elizabeth Nunez

Justin Peters is told by his department how he must teach the Great Books course he has been assigned. 

Where the F Stops by Alexandra Enders

On a freakishly warm Saturday last November, a day when children pulled out their sand pails and last summer’s shorts, and overdressed parents stripped off layer after layer of their own clothes, revealing pale, hairy bodies meant to be concealed at this time of year,

Jonathan Franzen by Donald Antrim
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Jonathan Franzen and I conducted this interview at his dining room table, in his apartment on the Upper East Side, one morning in the early part of summer.

The Night Doctor by Javier Marías

Now that I know my friend Claudia is a widow—following her husband’s death from natural causes—I keep remembering one particular night in Paris six months ago…

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