Fall 2014


Check out these sample pieces from the Fall 2014 issue, guest-edited by Percival Everett. For the complete Table of Contents, and to buy the issue, click here.


Read Percival Everett’s Introduction:


“I believe that writing should always represent itself, that it does not need help from anyone (certainly not me) for its reception and appreciation. I wanted stories that push language, that challenge the notion of storytelling, and that finally are beautiful in whatever way beauty is to be found. So I will not say much here, except that these are fine examples of whatever you find them to be.”




Veterans Night,” a story by Richard Bausch:


“They called themselves brothers in arms. They had both served in Iraq and had come home to Memphis within a month of each other. Trent had been in the infantry. Hines had been assigned to the mail dispatch outfit in Baghdad. Trent was wounded by ambush, Hines by an insurgent bomb. Now they were no longer under the protection of Uncle, as Trent expressed it. They had been discharged, with what were called healed wounds, and they had lost any idea of what to do with themselves.


Jealousy,” a story by Colette, translated by Zachary Rogow and Renee Morel:


“I’m chewing on a sprig of bitter herb that makes my saliva taste of boxwood and turpentine. The wind dries the water of the waves from my arms, from my cheek; and having twisted, all along the footpath, stems of broom that brushed my hands, my fingers remain acrid and green. I am carrying in me, on me, the aroma and the taste, the salt and bitterness of my jealousy.


I, Kitty,” a story by Karen Tei Yamashita:


“Kitty is durable inorganic plastic, and Kitty is cute. But even if you are cute, like Kitty, from the very inception of your birth, you, too, are receptive and programmable. And, of course, you are a miracle, though not a Kitty-miracle created by a Sanrio 8888X 3D printer. You are not entirely programmable; you have an organic history and makeup that accentuates or limits your capacity for receiving and using the world of information outside of you. Kitty, on the other hand, arrives with a basic pre-program with a capacity for programming virtually without cognitive limitations, except that Kitty will always be a machine.”




Jesus Was a Surfer,” a Plan B essay by Jay Baron Nicorvo


“Most surfers teach themselves the cardio art of paddling after waves and, eventually, catching them. Surf camps are for tourists and hobbyists, not surfers, and surf instructors are like sex-ed teachers. They can tell you what goes where, offer pointers on safety, show you some exhilarating video, but it’s all abstraction until you’re nearly naked and in over your head. Then, once you’ve done it, you’ll fantasize about it for the rest of your life, and every surfer, in the end, must ultimately figure out how to live without surfing, unless he dies doing it.”


Worlds Out of Worlds,” a Look2 essay on Robert Duncan by Katherine Robinson


“Duncan’s imagination was fueled by the elaborate, occultist mythology that filled his childhood. At night, he slept in an herbarium next to a wall of potted plants while listening to his family telling tales of Isis and Osiris. His parents explained to him that while he slept, his soul wandered off and traveled among the stars, visiting other worlds. His aunt said that the soul was like a swarm of bees: while he dreamed, beelike parts of him bumbled off to feed on fields of helium.”