Excerpt from Still Life with Razor
by Tom HellebergFiction
In November 1996, Toronto art student Jubal Brown vomited blueberry yogurt, blue Jell-O, and blue icing onto Piet Mondrian’s Composition in Red, White and Blue at New York’s Museum of Modern Art. Under interrogation in the MoMA basement, Brown told police detectives and museum officers that his act was the second installment in a three-part protest against “oppressively trite and painfully banal art.”
RERUNS REZOOMED: a serial novel
by Jonathan BaumbachFiction
Part One ended Jack’s epic search for his kidnapped ex-wife Molly—in a hail of gunfire—after taking up with two thieving vixens on the run and crossing paths with some trigger-happy FBI agents.
Twin Towers
by Ian MonkFiction
Since 1998, Ian Monk has been a member of the Oulipo. Among his works in English are Family Archaeology and Other Poems and Writings for the Oulipo. His translations include several novels by Daniel Pennac, several works by Georges Perec, and a rhymed translation of Raymond Roussel’s New Impressions of Africa. A version of Twin Towers appeared in Writings for the Oulipo.
Shitty Mickey
by John Reed and Michele WitchipooFiction
The Black Rabbit, a little known writer and journalist, interviews Mickey Mouse on the subject of his new series of paintings "The Crapper Is Dapper." (The artist's fecal matter, canvas, is the primary medium.) The interview is interrupted by the financial crisis of October 2008, when Mickey fields a phone call from President Bush. Mickey, facing insolvency, threatens to influence the November election...
The Pinball King
by Ersi SotiropoulosFiction
There were four of us in the Fiat, the Italians, my brother and I. We had set out for Delphi in the early afternoon, driving that wreck of a car for hours along a rural road that wove this way and that through the mountains, the asphalt gaping with potholes. I don’t remember what year it was.
Grand Days: The Worst Book I Ever Wrote
by Ron KolmFiction
The worst book I ever read was one I wrote myself. I’m not trying to be cute, or ironic or anything, and I’m not just talking about lousy prose or a lack of comprehensible plot -- though my book had no real plot.
