Amuse-Bouche
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Spotlight: Anne Boleyn’s Purple Gown / Anne Boleyn’s Cravings / Anne Boleyn’s Coronation
/in Amuse-Bouche, Amuse-Bouche 2013 / Juliana GrayThe first time Henry left a purple bruise, I sent a message to the velvet merchant. His hands, the king’s, had touched me tenderly at the start, although his fingers were always rough…
Litdish: Mohsin Hamid, Author
/in Amuse-Bouche, Amuse-Bouche 2013 / Interviewed by Zainab ShahMohsin Hamid is the author of three novels: Moth Smoke, a finalist for the PEN/Hemingway Award; The Reluctant Fundamentalist, a New York Times bestseller that was shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize and adapted for film; and, most recently, How to Get Filthy Rich in Rising Asia…
Litdish: Kate Maruyama, Author
/in Amuse-Bouche, Amuse-Bouche 2013 / Interviewed by Miriam González-PoeHarrowgate is a decided break from the dominant genre trends, and as such, Maruyama is modernizing a classic form and re-introducing it to a whole new generation of horror readers…
Spotlight: Closing the Bar / Enough to Stand On / Letter to Youngstown
/in Amuse-Bouche, Amuse-Bouche 2013 / Karen SchubertBacked up to our favorite piece of wall, we’re at Cedars the week before it closes and my friend says she’s been coming down since her bartender boyfriend snuck her in. So many Saturday nights of garage bands and traveling shows, lights and that sound that rattles the ribcage…
Spotlight: The Mason Jar
/in Amuse-Bouche, Amuse-Bouche 2013 / AnonymousI thought of my mother as I waited for the museum’s copier to do its work. I watched the green light scan across my retinas and remembered leaning into her, folding myself small into the space between her chin and her lap, feeling the raspy rumble of her voice as I stared into the fire until my eyes swam with spots…