James Franco wrote us a short story inspired by his upcoming film with Gia Coppola that explores the genesis of JANE, the Hollywood Cowboy—a Ziggy Stardust–style rock 'n' roll Jesus who embodies the best and the worst of us.
Paul Maliszewski is one of the strangest, most original people we know and one of just a few living real writers. "Okay" is a short story about a husband whose wife suggests that she have sex with strange men while he watches.
Where the Bird Sings Best hasn't yet made its way to the States, an oversight that will be rectified next month by Restless Books. This excerpt for VICE is the first time any part of his epic family saga has appeared in English.
My adaptation of Cormac McCarthy's third novel, Child of God, is in theaters tomorrow, so I wrote about McCarthy's first published short story, "Wake for Susan," to show that he has had a fascination with death since the beginning and is the undisp…
Reading Juliet Escoria's Black Cloud feels as if you are reading a diary that someone wrote with the intention of it one day being found, for both her and your benefit. In other words, it is intimate.
Most of the guys wanted Samantha Terry, as I had expected from the start. Initially I was intrigued to hear them vocalize it in a really roundabout way, through games of truth-or-dare and other recess excuses for gossip and disclosure, although eventually…
Discover a land where dragons battle corporate jets for control of the skies, and where a mystical dagger glowing with synergy is the only hope against a merger that will enslave all mankind. On sale now: exciting new novels by Donald L. Brampthorne.
Here's another reason to blow your rent money on an iPad. For this summer's fiction issue, we asked our good friend and VICE columnist James Franco to choose a few of his favorite stories and read excerpts f…
Here are the first three pages of the screenplay for Michel Gondry's newest film, which will be released in the US later this month as Mood Indigo. It's based on the novel by Boris Vian and was adapted for the screen by Gondry and Luc Bossi.
Young God recalls the early short stories of Joy Williams, or the drug haze of Denis Johnson. I can't resist calling the book "contusional" for this very reason—like a bruise, it lingers long after the initial blow.
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.
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.