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Frederic Tuten
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Frederic Tuten
Frederic Tuten is the author of five novels, including Tintin in the New World (William Morrow/Black Classic Press); The Adventures of Mao on the Long March (Citadel/New Directions); Van Gogh’s Bad Café (William Morrow/Black Classic Press); Tallien: A Brief Romance (Farrar, Straus & Giroux/Black Classic Press); and The Green Hour; as well as a book of interwoven short stories, Self-Portraits: Fictions (both W. W. Norton). He is the recipient of three Pushcart Prizes and an O’Henry Prize for fiction. His memoir, My Young Life (Simon & Schuster), is coming out in March 2019.

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Vol. 78
Conjunctions:78
Fear Itself
Spring 2022
Edited by Bradford Morrow

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Selections from On a Terrace in Tangier
by Frederic Tuten
May 18, 2022
Still Life With Flying Sombreros

Three sombreros hung on pegs in a cantina, where their owners stood at a bar, soaking in the tequila. The sombreros got to talking and soon discovered they all despised their owners. “My man,” a sombrero said, “came home drunk every night and beat his wife and children with a hard stick he kept just for that purpose.” Another sombrero confessed that his owner sat on a porch and shot cats that had strayed into his garden. He skinned the cats and displayed their pelts over the fireplace.
Like a Disease Whose Threshold No One Can Cross, She Says
—Translated from Spanish by Forrest Gander
by Coral Bracho
May 11, 2022
                                  1.

Someone nodding, and the light pressing down
as though it had weight.
And right in the middle of what I want to say
there’s a long row of chairs. There are green,
red, yellow arches that gradually contract
and close, like doors.
Like a disease whose threshold no one can cross,
she says.
House of Rashomon
by Kristine Ong Muslim
May 4, 2022
Once upon a time, there was only Olga and me, as well as our old dog, Boji, in a big house we inherited from our parents, whose food we had slowly been poisoning in a span of at least a year. Our parents blamed their “chronic illness” on inclement weather, on the “heathens” who played rock music next door, sometimes on “cursed” and “possessed” appliances and furniture.
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