July 23rd, 2014
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"That is not to say that we share no happiness, or that she does not smile, or that all of her silences drown her, or that her eyes are lightless. But I say to myself: I wish you didn’t look so cold, like distant white stones, like broken bright marbles, like newly-burnt ashes. Ashes to ashes to ashes, and a knife under the pillow."
—from J.E. Reich’s novel excerpt, "London, 1973"

(Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot’s “Portrait of a Girl” courtesy of the NYT.)

"That is not to say that we share no happiness, or that she does not smile, or that all of her silences drown her, or that her eyes are lightless. But I say to myself: I wish you didn’t look so cold, like distant white stones, like broken bright marbles, like newly-burnt ashes. Ashes to ashes to ashes, and a knife under the pillow."

—from J.E. Reich’s novel excerpt, "London, 1973"

(Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot’s “Portrait of a Girl” courtesy of the NYT.)

July 22nd, 2014
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She forbids me to make the bed. If I reach for her at night, if only to hold her, or stroke her once-smooth hair, now coarsening with aging worry, I cannot cradle her head with my arm or let the imprint of her ear nestle into the soft, eager patches of my skin, the cilia of her nape. Here is the war that she survived from, but only survived, and the knife that she thinks will protect her, more than twenty years later. Who am I to say what: I do not know how to cast away ghosts.
July 10th, 2014
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Here is what my wife does when she sleeps: let her fingers tremble in silent, small waltzes, with a knife under her pillow.
July 7th, 2014
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I’m probably the slowest writer I know, so something is always in progress. I decided to have multiple narrators in my novel so that if I got bored with one, I could work on a section with another. And if I get bored with all of them, I can just work on a short story. If I think of an image or sentence or word that doesn’t fit in one story, I use it in another, and start working on it. In short: writer ADD is a bitch, yo.
J.E. Reich, whose novel excerpt is featured at fwriction: review, as interviewed by Sarah Seltzer

(Source: fwriction.com)

July 3rd, 2014
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Propulsion and All That: An Interview with J.E. Reich

Interviewed by Sarah Seltzer

J.E. Reich is a young writer who—in my humble opinion—produces work that combines soul and erudition, wide-ranging imagination and fearlessly unadorned reality.

We met in Ehud Havazelet’s workshop at the Yiddish Book Center, and since we’ve both returned to NYC to try and live authentic writing lives she’s become a mentee and mentor, social media buddy, Jewish daughter stand-in (are you packing a sweater J.E? Pack a sweater!) and inspiration.

Don’t miss her stunning story “London, 1973” in the latest issue of fwriction : review.

 

So J.E., I have read, with pleasure, the opening of your novel To Build A New World, which takes place in the present day, but this excerpt takes us back in time to a new voice and perspective, Emil’s. How do you get yourself in his headspace?

Well, I have a strange headspace to begin with, so that partly aids it, I suppose. I would say that there are two halves of this process. Part of it has to do with a voice that I can hear in my head, and then transcribing it on the page. Sometimes I read aloud to myself to get the nuance and cadence of voice just so, to get it to sound as authentic as possible. And the second half is just constant tinkering with the way it reads on the page. For instance, Emil is more of a rambler, so his sentences will obviously be longer, riddled with commas and pauses. Mischa, the narrator at the beginning of the novel in the present day, is an approximation of the way we speak now. A little curter, and a little more lost. So basically, what I’m trying to say is that a large portion of my novel-writing time is spent talking to myself like an old Jewish European man.

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June 25th, 2014
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"In the morning, I traveled home and away from him, from his roommate, from the woman. I drove along the river, the Amish clip-clopping beside me in their buggies, the tall grass pushing up, waiting on summer."

"Ogdensburg" by myfanwycollins

June 23rd, 2014
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“There was a spring unwinding in me, pushing me out and drawing me back in. Nothing good had happened yet. I was always waiting.”
—"Ogdensburg" by myfanwycollins

There was a spring unwinding in me, pushing me out and drawing me back in. Nothing good had happened yet. I was always waiting.”

"Ogdensburg" by myfanwycollins

June 19th, 2014
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…anything should be considered a victory against the blank page.
Lish McBride, author of the forthcoming novel Firebug (read the opening chapters here!)
Reblogged from Danny Goodman
June 19th, 2014
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June 19th, 2014
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Beforehand we sat at an outside bar and I drank, but he didn’t. He was baked already because, since rehab, that’s what he did. We were with another couple he knew. The woman told me she was pregnant. We ordered another drink.
June 19th, 2014
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dannygoodmanwriting:

Gorgeous NOLA cemetery photos by waffle-rockin’ writer nicholasmainieri, whose Tumblr you should certainly follow.

Read Nick’s moving nonfiction, “Landscapes,” in fwriction : review - http://www.fwrictionreview.com/post/3919161751/landscapes-by-nicholas-mainieri

Reblogged from Danny Goodman
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