Byline: Lara Katz

Telescoping Space

To telescope, we begin with 300 words, then slice the word count in half for each successive section. We stop when the numbers stop dividing evenly. Looking around and beyond us, this week we telescope “space.”

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Nass Recommends: Derek Thompson’s Hit Makers: The Science of Popularity in an Age of Distraction.

A Nass writer dives into the stories and science behind pop culture icons.

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The Lurker

“I ran away from home because I thought I wasn’t special and my parents were trying to make me special.”

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Death of a Novel

A Nass writer reflects on the grief of losing her first novel.

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First, Nothing

“Let yourself age. Let time press through your skeleton like water, dribbling through your pores, let it sing right through your bones…”

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Delivery

“He frowned and then she was opening the door! and she was a woman because of course she was but he had temporarily forgotten women existed.”

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Princeton Curling’s Spectacular Loss to UW-Superior, Keyword Superior

“At first, there is devastation; then, denial; then, anguish; then, acceptance and understanding of the bright side of life: after all, this was the gold medal game—and a silver medal at the most well-attended college curling event in the country is nothing to sneeze at.”

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When Your B1tch Becomes Human: A Review of My Dog Tulip

“If Ackerley perceives his dependent, female dog as essentially human, this is a strong statement regarding Ackerley’s beliefs about women in general. In fact, many of his statements regarding Tulip, throughout the film, feel steeped in misogyny, given that they are not statements generally associated with dogs.”

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Sounding Off: John Bischoff’s Music is Just Noise

A writer searches for meaning in John Bischoff and James Fei’s recent sound performance.

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Things So Obvious They Almost Make No Sense: Defamiliarization and the Default in Megan Hunter’s The End We Start From

“I couldn’t discern an agenda, political, spiritual, or otherwise, and yet the novel felt anything but aimless. Primarily, it read and resonated like poetry.”

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In Heat

“my body / remembering / it exists, unmoored, / metamorphosing, moistening / peeling lips.”

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On Vignettes

A meta-analysis of one beloved literary form.

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