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FRESH OUT THE POST! 📬 Jacques Strauss warms our hearts💕 If you loved his first book (The Dubious Salvation of Jack V.) and his short story from issue #2 of The Coffin Factory (Tell Me Where It Hurts), you just found your next read! #bumpedtothetopofmylist #thecoffinfactory #jacquesstrauss #readingremainssexy
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Translator Sinan Antoon reads In the Presence of Absence, by Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish, at an event hosted by Archipelago Books.
"Darwish melts and bends language, each line holding the weight of a poem; each paragraph the depth of an entire life."
The Coffin Factory visits Occupy Wall Street to ask two questions: What does freedom mean to you & do you think we live in a free country?
“You know why your father said he’d go? Because they told him that Jordan is a lot like Brooklyn. I said to him, “Phil, what the hell are you talking about? This Jordan is a country. I don’t remember Brooklyn ever being like a country, except when the Puerto Ricans came in. And then Brooklyn was like a country: Puerto Rico.”
-Steve Danziger, Some Other Mountain, excerpted from The Coffin Factory
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His melancholy air, the way he had of constantly passing his hand through his gray hair, the care he took in folding his napkin before leaving the table—everything about him intrigued me; without ever having said a word to him, I was convinced he would prove an interesting conversational partner. I was not mistaken.
An excerpt form Bernard Quiriny's "Blood Orange"
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Reading will make you a smartypants
