June 16 – 20, 2025
- The semicolon is in decline
- Keith Woodhouse considers the future of climate fiction
- Aaron Rosenberg revisits The Inheritors
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“Tokyo Lipscomb, a third-year student at Penn, and a few other girls move into a new apartment and find themselves next door to a turned-out ex-ballplayer named George Henry. Neighbors insist that George Henry vanished ten years earlier—but remember, Tokyo Lipscomb and the other girls are living next door to him.”
“On stage with my band, The Steamrollers, and we’re a long way from home mid-song. That’s a good one, a feeling. My eyes closed and Toby and Gardenhose behind me are synched up and the gravity of the music is thick while the air-floor is ripe and deep.”
“A stubborn hand is taking me away. I pluck a raspberry from a bush and launch it with my thumb. My ankles drag on the ground. The damp air wets my hair. 'What in the fuck,' I croak.”