The Marijuana Chronicles
Joyce Carol Oates, Lee Child, Linda Yablonsky, and others take short fiction to a higher level (though they don’t inhale).
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Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms: Stories and Essays
An enthralling collection of short fiction and nonfiction that draw upon McLoughlin’s three-decade career in the criminal justice system.
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Tim McLoughlin, Lydia Lunch – Greenlight Bookstore (Brooklyn, NY)
Date: April, 7 2022
Tim McLoughlin presents his new book Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms: Stories and Essays, in conversation with Lydia Lunch, at an in-person event hosted by Greenlight Bookstore’s Fort Greene location.
The Perfume Burned His Eyes
Emmy-winning actor Michael Imperioli (The Sopranos, The White Lotus, etc.) brilliantly evokes 1970s New York in this Holden Caulfield–esque debut
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“No Doors” by Lisa Martens
When I was eight years old, I was diagnosed with epilepsy. The Dallas school district saw I was brown, so they stuck me in ESL classes with the other brown children.
The actual problem was that I was having over a hundred minor seizures per day . . .
“Sugar” by Dahlia Ge’ez
Unconsciously, I drove toward the ever-expanding bakery with its extra-filled jelly donuts and rum–drenched chocolate cakes smothered in white, flaky coconut frosting . . .
“No Smoking” by Sara Dobie Bauer
She wondered what his skin felt like. There was little of it to see, wrapped in all black like a Bedouin woman in the desert . . .
“The Accoutrements of Rest” by Del Wrennen
The plain was measureless. Aside from offering the occasional visual cue in the form of a tarweed shrub or boulder, it held no real sense of distance or direction. Further, though Jared felt movement—the rhythmic plodding of his horse sent soft vibrations up through the saddle horn—there seemed a lack of forward inertia. The earth acted as if on a great axle that was slowly spinning in counterbalance to the horse’s hooves. As hooves punched into parched earth, dust gathered around the mount’s hindquarters, and from a distance it appeared as if the animal trod upon a low-flying cloud: the world’s first wingless Pegasus—in flight, yet bound by oppressive heat to the ranks of the lower atmosphere . . .