THIS SUNDAY, MAY 16th at 7 p.m.
there will be a READING of
NEW FICTION at THE OLD FIREHOUSE by JOSHUA COHEN &
JUSTIN TAYLOR
Joshua Cohen is the author of the novels WITZ (Dalkey Archive Press, 2010: see full description below), A Heaven of Others (Starcherone Books, #14 on The Believer short list reader survey Best Books of 2008), Cadenza for the Schneidermann Violin Concerto (Fugue State Press, 2007) as well as Bridge & Tunnel (& Tunnel & Bridge) (The Cupboard, 2010), Aleph-Bet: An Alphabet for the Perplexed(with art by Michael Hafftka, 2007), The Quorum(Prague: Twisted Spoon, 2005), and Two Tribal Stories (Small Anchor Press, 2007), among others.
Justin Taylor’s debut collection of stories, EVERYTHING HERE IS THE BEST THING EVER (Harper Perennial, 2010), was an Editor’s Choice at the New York Times Book Review, which touted Taylor as “a new voice that readers–and writers, too–might be seeking out for decades to come.” Taylor is the author of a book of poems, More Perfect Depictions of Noise. He is the editor of The Apocalypse Reader, an anthology of new and selected fiction about the end of the world; and Come Back, Donald Barthelme (McSweeney’s) a tribute to the author’s life and work. With the poet Jeremy Schmall he co-edits The Agriculture Reader, a handmade arts annual.
On Joshua Cohen’s WITZ:
On Christmas Eve 1999, all the Jews in the world die in a strange, millennial plague, with the exception of the firstborn males, who are soon adopted by a cabal of powerful people in the American government. By the following Passover, however, only one is still alive: Benjamin Israelien; a kindly, innocent, ignorant man-child. As he finds himself transformed into an international superstar, Jewishness becomes all the rage: matzo-ball soup is in every bowl, sidelocks are hip; and the only truly Jewish Jew left is increasingly stigmatized for not being religious. Since his very existence exposes the illegitimacy of the newly converted, Israelien becomes the object of a worldwide hunt…
Meanwhile, in the not-too-distant future of our own, “real” world, another last Jew-the last living Holocaust survivor-sits alone in a snowbound Manhattan, providing a final melancholy witness to his experiences in the form of the punch lines to half-remembered jokes.
Now it stands empty, a void.
Darkness about to deepen the far fire outside.
A synagogue, not yet destroyed. A survivor. Who isn’t?
Now, it’s empty. A stomach, a shell, a last train station after the last train left to the last border of the last country on the last night of the last world; a hull, a husk-a synagogue, a shul.
Mincha to be prayed at sundown, Ma’ariv at dark.
Why this lateness?
He says reasons and she says excuses.
And so let there be reasons and excuses.
And there were.







The Waldrops are coming! On Wednesday, September 2 at 8 p.m. Schoen Books will host a special evening with Rosmarie and Keith Waldrop, poets (with some two score books between them), publishers and printers (at Providence’s legendary Press,
Thursday, May 14 at 8 p.m. in the Old Firehouse: