Volume 21 Issue 6

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  • Fan Fiction

    I lived in a basement beneath a French professor and his wife, who taught German at a dying school for girls. When Agnes visited, there was the sharp, joyous smell of new tires. That was the smell the blue vibrator released when cleaned.

  • History

    Lately I have run into Troy everywhere. I spotted him at a Whole Foods squeezing summer fruits. I swayed next to him one boozy night at a Wilco concert on the beach. Often I attempt to catch his eye, but he never looks at me.

  • The Ransom of Samantha

    The detective who showed up at 5 AM was not much older-looking than Samantha's friends. (Not that Samantha ever hung out with clean-cut guys like this. Why should she when there were still heroin addicts in bands who needed a doormat?)

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  • We’re Watching the Trees

    Millie Anthony is 38. Middle of the night. Lying there in the still bedroom, looking toward the window. A man called Jeff lies beside her. “We’re watching the trees again,” she says.

  • Celebrity Novels, Reviewed

    There are a ton of embarrassing books with famous names attached to them. We sampled a few to see whether they were really that bad and found that yes, they were.

  • How Do You Write a Joke?

    Comedy isn’t as respected as other, more “literary” forms of writing, but it’s one of the most unforgiving. We talked to a few of these luminaries to ask them the toughest question in the world: How do you get people to laugh?

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  • Bukowski’s Women

    Photos by Sean Sullivan; creative direction and styling by Annette Lamothe-Ramos.

  • Letter from the Chateau Marmont

    When we recently stayed at the Chateau we brought our friends Carol and Tony to the lobby. At the table next to ours, two round-bellied men in their 40s, dressed like they’d just come from a baseball game, were gossiping about the movies they were...

  • Papichulo

    Dorothy arrived at the party before her husband. After the movie, which had been a bore, Dale had dropped her off at the Hollywood Hotel and then driven home to pick up a different shirt.