Katherine Sharpe is a writer living in Brooklyn. Read more about her here.
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On Friday night, I attended a reading by Al Burian at Book Thug Nation in Williamsburg. Burian is touring in support of his new zine, the long-awaited Burn Collector #15. It was a good time. The tiny space filled to standing room only. Anna and I got seats, near a standing guy whose leather motorcycle [...]
These are the busiest weeks of the year, these couple before Christmas. I sort of like it. On Sunday, A— and I threw a clothing swap at our place. We had a dozen ladies over. She made cinnamon buns and I made tea sandwiches (Pernod-marinated fennel and green apple and minted radish, and lox and [...]
Miranda July’s bright yellow collection of short stories is still sitting, unread, on my shelf. I was on the fence about the one story that I read in the New Yorker or wherever, but I have the feeling that there may be a warming-up-to-it curve. In any case, the ‘Learning To Love You More‘ website [...]
I’m in a reading frenzy recently: two thick novels in the last ten days. I inhaled ‘Then We Came to the End,’ by Joshua Ferris, and then moved immediately into ‘The Emperor’s Children,’ by Claire Messud. Purely by coincidence, each novel features an unstable character whose catalytic effects on the plot are driven by an [...]
The other night, while cooking dinner at home, I explored the lower reaches of New York City’s FM radio dial. Somewhere below WNYC, I found an (I think?) Greek radio station, at which a young woman was interviewing the author Alexis Stamatis about his new novel, American Fugue, which has been translated into English. Stamatis, [...]
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