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          Fiction

          Proving Ground by Lori Barrett

          Phoebe sat up to look. Four days of driving across the country, warm air blowing in the windows, had weaved the hair on the back of her head into a ball. White and yellow lights dotted the darkness on her mom’s side of the car.

          Book Reviews

          Prodigal Children in the House of G-d by Yermiyahu Ahron Taub

          Taub’s characters, though rooted in religious and cultural specificity, convey a sense of mon humanity in all its plicated glory.

          Fiction

          Lost Girls by Nicole Simonsen

          The window sill in Louisa’s bedroom has fallen off again. She is about to push the sill back in place when she notices that the wall is hollow. A feeling es over her, a voice whispers put your hand inside.

          Book Reviews

          If The Ice Had Held by Wendy J. Fox

          Fox brings to the family saga a poet’s eye for those details that convey the hidden mass of the iceberg and its ineluctable momentum, and her incisive prose cuts a channel through the ice of family silences to show us the choppy waters of lore, of secrets, of hidden loves from which we all emerge.

          Research Notes

          Jessica Handler on The Magnetic Girl

          In order to travel back in time, a writer needs a map. Not a GPS, redirecting and redirecting as it evaluates traffic from a satellite. No mechanized voice from my phone, scolding me to take a left in fifty, forty, thirty feet. When I traveled to 1880s America, I used a physical map.

          Fiction

          Evidence by Anna Mantzaris

          As a child I thought the name was pity helmet, which is what my mother called it each time she spotted our neighbor — a divorced man with custody of five — wearing one.

          Fiction

          My Job by Mikan Ai, tr Marissa Skeels

          Book Reviews

          Girl Zoo by Aimee Parkison and Carol Guess

          The book burns hot for the entirety of its read-time, and ultimately, leaves the reader with a puzzling-yet-fitting finish.

          Fiction

          Afflicted by Ellen Rhudy

          Not all girls leave a slime trail wherever they go; but the ones who do, Martine’s aunt says, are uniquely beautiful.

          Interviews

          The World as Something Recognizable: Interviews with Cary Holladay and Charles Dodd White

          Cary Holladay and Charles Dodd White recently read each other’s new books, swapped questions and answers, and found mon ground in dangerous characters, moments of weirdness, and “thoughts that would shame hell.”

          Fiction

          Da Capo al Coda by Emily Livingstone

          I’m only humming, not singing with my whole throat and mouth, not letting the vibrations emanate even from my sharp, pearly teeth — yet still, the boat es nearer, and the people on board don’t seem to know why. I stop then, and watch, as they shake their heads to dispel my influence, and the boat gradually resumes its original course.