Contributors

Can Xue

Contributor History

Two Stories, Conjunctions:18
Two Unidentifiable Persons, Conjunctions:21
Two Stories, Conjunctions:23
Homecoming, Conjunctions:28
Mosquitos and Folk Songs, Conjunctions:36
Helin, Conjunctions:40
Scenes Inside the Ruined Walls , Conjunctions:43
The Castle’s Origin, Online 07-03-2005
Two Stories , Conjunctions:45
An Affectionate Companion's Jottings, Conjunctions:47
Moonlight Dance, Conjunctions:50
Rainscape, Conjunctions:53
Sin, Conjunctions:57
Venus, Conjunctions:60
Coal, Conjunctions:62
Story of the Slums, Conjunctions:65
Euphoria, Conjunctions:68
Our Human Neighbors, Online 08-22-2017
Her Old Home, Conjunctions:71

Biography

Longtime Conjunctions contributor Can Xue’s Love in the New Millennium is one of thirteen books longlisted for the 2019 Man Booker International Prize. Published in 2018 by Yale University Press, it was translated by Annelise Finegan Wasmoen. Can Xue was short-listed for the prestigious Neustadt International Prize for Literature for 2016 and received the 2015 Best Translated Book Award for The Last Lover (Yale University Press). Her story in Conjunctions:65 Sleights of Hand is from her novella Story of the Slums.

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In Print

Conjunctions:71

A Cabinet of Curiosity

Fall 2018
Edited by Bradford Morrow

Online

In the Permanent Collection

by Mary-Kim Arnold

March 19, 2019

Do this in memory of my mother

and of my mother’s mother

Here is this lacquered box (Fig. 100.5) inlaid

with their blood

Nietzsche at Night

by Meredith Stricker

March 12, 2019

after collapsing at the plaza fountain in Turin Nietzsche gave up
coherent speech and stayed alive somewhere else for almost twelve years
his unmapped terrain resembled a canvas painted black in successive
luminous opacities of backlit abyss, if he turned on a television
this is what he saw, if he closed his eyes, if he looked out the window
again unshielded night

The Page Turner

by Tova Reich

March 5, 2019

For once they all agreed, it would be the concert of the season, the return of the prodigy son. The Jerusalem music scene was in heat—survivors, empty seat fillers, remnants planted on their subscriptions, but from the neck up, in brainpans that went on ticking, still the strictest standards, the highest expectations.