:: Fiction archive ( 2000-2005, click for articles pre-2006)

Tosh Foundation published 27/11/2015

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Besides the MacArthur Genius Grant, Nobel Prize, and the Booker Prize, Tosh Foundation’s grants are very important to its subject matter. For instance, one can legally say “Tom Cruise, The Tosh Foundation honoree” and so forth adds a certain attention to an artist’s work. When one is associated with the Tosh Foundation, it means you are an individual of some worth.

New fiction by Tosh Berman, with art by Sam Vernon.

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Beirut 12 / 11: Maurice Blanchot and Georges Bataille published 21/11/2015

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The disaster… is what escapes the very possibility of experience—it is the limit of writing. This must be repeated: the disaster de-scribes.

The silence following the Beirut atrocity voiced by words culled from Blanchot and Bataille.

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Paris 13 / 11: J.G. Ballard and Sam Beckett published 15/11/2015

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People aren’t ennobled by suffering . . . At the same time, it does strip away a lot of illusions. One pays a terrible price for that, but at least one glimpses some kind of truth. Conrad once said that it’s necessary to immerse yourself in the most destructive elements of the times, and then attempt to swim.

Culled lines from JG Ballard and Sam Beckett in response to Paris 13/11.

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Paris 13 / 11: Clarice Lispector and Kathy Acker published

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The mystery of human destiny is that we are fated, but that we have the freedom to fulfill or not fulfill our fate: realization of our fated destiny depends on us. While inhuman beings like the cockroach realize the entire cycle without going astray because they make no choices.

Culled lines from Clarice Lispector and Kathy Acker in response to Paris 13/11.

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Over, In and Under (after Über Dekkerinnerungen ) published 31/10/2015

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Together hangs my psychic hand-breath (hysterical swinging neurotic), I am so often come to the lake, me at the breast beginning and beckoning, the only and the fearful year of the child in get-nothing is living. We are.

A (hysterical) translation of of Freud’s Über Dekkerinnerungen, without a dictionary, by Emma Bolland.

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“Attention, Sinners!” 2014 published 08/10/2015

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New fiction by Chris Kenny.

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Jolts published 15/09/2015

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I’m living in Paris once more, once more a suitcase and a short-term teaching job at Paris VIII. It’s true I asked the same question and I probably broke the i-Ching and things will never make sense again, because the question was exactly “will things ever make sense again?” “I’ll never do this again for you. Never again,” he says. “I’m sorry,” I say. “You have some thinking to do, bro.” “What did I get, again?” “恆,” he says.

New fiction by Fernando Sdrigotti.

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A formidable etiquette published 14/08/2015

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Terrine for Tatra, furring as he looked at it with a new bluish mould. And on Aophe’s plate, the split, sauce-dribbled lobster twitched. Noodle stared glassily at it, for once her big pugtongue hidden. A clink of a glass against teeth. That was Mar. She wasn’t always poised: her own dinner, a baked potato topped with plain cottage cheese, had just sprouted eyes.

The steak tartare, too, was more wrong than anyone cared to admit.

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Three Dog Stories published 03/08/2015

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This was the year of weather, when winds came and swept up all the neighborhood dogs. Dogs clogging rain gutters. Whole families crushed by falling dogs. On the news they just shook their heads. An old lady died in a windstorm somewhere nearby and when they opened her up they found her lungs filled with golden hair.

New fiction by Quinn Gancedo, with art by Sophie Herxheimer.

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Soap Idol published 17/07/2015

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“At night, I watch for the slick yolks of her eyes bulging from the corner and mimic them now as I lie on my own floor still webbed by the black threads of her hair. I can no longer be sure what is true or how long I have lived here, my toes tangled by the knotted ropes I could once reassure myself with certainty that I had never intentionally swallowed.”

New fiction by Jacque Staub, with art by Sophie Herxheimer.

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