Passages North recently featured an insightful essay by fiction writer Jacob Appel, whose collection SCOUTING FOR THE REAPER will be released this fall–and actually, we’re such huge fans of Jacob’s writing that we accepted additional manuscripts! We can’t wait to share his stories with you.
Some well-deserved, super exciting news: The Aversive Clause by B.C. Edwards made the 2013 Frank O’Connor International Short Story Award longlist! This collection is getting nothing but rave reviews, and is so much fun to read. See for yourself and buy a copy here.
Grady Harp raves about B.C. Edwards’ prizewinning short story collection: “B.C. Edwards may just be one of the more bizarre and immensely gifted writers to come down the pike in a long time. Leave it to Black Lawrence Press to discover these disparate geniuses – wherever do they find them? THE AVERSIVE CLAUSE is a collection of short stories, each one so well crafted that it seems like a compressed novel. Edwards can take any idea (fairly bizarre idea at that) and in a very short time make it blossom into something that feels as though it should be contained in a cage of sorts lest its effect seep out into the permanent pixels of our psyches.” You will truly love this book; buy it here.
The Nervous Breakdown says it best: “The Aversive Clause is out from Black Lawrence Press. And it is fucking great.”
They’re totally right. Buy it here.
Electric Literature recommends Adrian Van Young’s potent short story “The Sub-Leaser” this week, an inspired choice! Here’s a teaser:
‘AND SO I RETURNED FROM A SERIES OF ERRANDS to find my apartment unalterably changed. Which change, I should say, was in fact several changes that had, in collusion, effected the one by dint of a sly and concerted campaign against the state of my rooms preceding my absence. Rooms, and not room, to be clear on one thing; namely, that I, their primary tenant, was only fiscally and moreover physically liable for the sustained occupation of one, my room, while the other, which lay around a bend and down a splintered wooden hallway from my own, the north room, I had leased for undetermined months to a certain third party little known to me then. But more of him, the sub-leaser, the stranger, to come.
It is the matter of the change that I wish to embark on.’
Keep reading here, and buy a copy of his prizewinning collection The Man Who Noticed Everything here.