Literary Lions: 10 Questions with Jonathan Lethem
Publisher Johnny Temple interviews Jonathan Lethem as part of Akashic Books’ “Literary Lions” interview series!
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“The Butcher and the American” by Andrew Cotto
The American walked the ancient Italian countryside on unsteady feet. It was a familiar path, but he had been up very, very late with guests from the States, toasting to liberal optimism with liberal quantities of Tuscan wine. They had, essentially, drunk all night, waiting for election results from the States, which didn’t report until three a.m. Italian time that Barack Obama had become the forty-fourth president of the United States . . .
Tim McLoughlin, Leena Lehtolainen, Riikka Ala-Harja – Scandinavia House, New York, NY
Date: November, 11 2014
Helsinki Noir launch event! Featuring contributors Leena Lehtolainen and Riikka Ala-Harja. Moderated by Brooklyn Noir editor Tim McLoughlin. Cosponsored by the Consulate General of Finland & FILI (Finnish Literature Exchange). Complimentary wine and refreshments will be provided!
Akashic Remembers Maggie Estep
Akashic remembers Maggie Estep, who passed away on February 12, 2014.
“Omphaloskepsis” by Nina Puro
Leaving you was like the way some doors have to be open a bit to lock. Meeting you was an accidental brush at the nape of the neck in a crowd: that thrum coupled with fear. To know each other, we need to take something in together; to trust, we must pass dangerous objects, sharp or burning, palm to cupped palm. We talk this way . . .
Stuart Neville, Lee Child – New York University, Glucksman Ireland House, New York, NY
Date: November, 7 2014
Join award-winning writers Stuart Neville, Lee Child, and other surprise guests for the launch of Belfast Noir, published by Brooklyn-based Akashic Books.
Black Sheep Imprint Featured at BEA!
This year at BEA we were excited to launch our new YA/middle-grade imprint Black Sheep!
“The stain will stay.” by Bobbi Lurie
I spill coffee on the bed. The white quilt is stained.
How can I fix this? I tiptoe up the stairs to their kitchen, soak a wad of paper towels in the sink. I go back down the stairs, rub the paper towels into the stain. I scrub and scrub. The sun is rising; the stain is not. I lay back down on the bed. Hopelessness . . .