The short film and the other four in the anthology are dream-like, cinematic, and shaped to psychologically offer more than just a sense of character and action.
- Numéro Cinq at the Movies: Lisa Gunning’s Tales of Us — R. W. Gray
- Decluttering: Fiction — Fernando Sdrigotti
- Uimhir a Cúig | The Ice House: Fiction — Jaki McCarrick
- Here in Russia: A Review of Jeff Parker’s Where Bears Roam the Streets — Benjamin Woodard
- And So, Ad Infinitum | Review of David Winters’ Infinite Fictions: Essays on Literature and Theory — Jeff Bursey
- Chance Encounters of a Literary Kind: Raymond Carver — Robert Day
- Undersung | Ernst Jandl: Out on the Playground — Julie Larios
- Shenanigans: Robert Musil’s Thought Flights | Review — Mark Jay Mirsky
- When I’m in the Swamps, I Just Need Questions: Interview with R.W. Gray — Richard Farrell
- Fever Dreams: Review of R.W. Gray’s Entropic — Richard Farrell
- Where are my teeth? | Poems — Lynn Crosbie
- The Open Air: Fiction — Matthew Jakubowski
- Saying I Love You Khmer-American Style: Memoir — Bunkong Tuon
- Ain’t We Got Fun: War, Video Games, and the Nonviolence Playbook — Diane Lefer
- Late Prose of First Years: Autobiography — Pierre Joris
- Z: Short Story in Translation — Julián Herbert
- Top of the Page — Art Made of Books
- Summer Heat: The Shape of Things to Come — The July Issue Preview
“He was like the son Eleanor never had,” I say. He looks at me with compassion and I look at dead Toto, pensively, for like three seconds, to make up for very likely OD’ing him.
Artistic mediocrity was not a crime: stabbing a woman in the back twenty-seven times as she washed the dishes was a crime.
At its core, Where Bears Roam the Streets aims to strike a balance between Thompson-esque madness and serious journalism
And So, Ad Infinitum | Review of David Winters’ Infinite Fictions: Essays on Literature and Theory — Jeff Bursey
…there are aspects to argue against and agree with, which is a sure indicator that Winters sparks interest.
Somehow, some place, for some reason, Ray asked if I’d drive him to the Iowa City airport. In those days Ray was drinking. He drank on the way to the airport, offering me a pull.
Okay: it’s not W.B. Yeats. But Jandl is not going for mystery and moonlight. He’s going for Abbot and Costello, in their classic skit, “Who’s on first?”
Musil remains for all his frankness, elusive, perhaps because he often found his own existence and mind so.
I keep thinking all our struggles come from trying to paint over, alter, make the world the way we want to see it, instead of the way it is.
Gray is deconstructing the weight-bearing walls of the Western canon, subverting its appeal, questioning its meaning. Homer and Joyce and Christ himself are fair game…
Falling golf balls: they are birds, I tell him, and he is embarrassed. / “I’m just trying to figure things out,” he says. // What and when he sees is a mystery to us…
She had listened to the buildings, knew the meaning of their sounds and vulnerabilities. She liked how the towers swayed and creaked a little in high winds, like old ships rocking the crew to sleep.
“She risked her life to feed you. If the Khmer Rouge had found out, she would have been ‘disappeared.’ That’s how much she loves you.”
My group wiped out some insurgents and didn’t kill any civilians…In the end, we’re blown up by a roadside bomb.
Is there life before reading? I am not certain — & grow less certain as time passes, as I grow old & memory, like nostalgia, isn’t what it used to be.
Once the sickness is contracted, the organism is defined by two characteristics: first, the unstoppable anxiety of having to feed on human flesh…
Numéro Cinq has a long suit in book art, art made from books, hybrid book art, and text off the page. Much of this is due to Nance Van Winckel who has gradually built a grand digital exhibition hall of amazing art.
Call it Summer Heat, the sun stroke issue, because…because, well, it’s hot and this issue sizzles (um, as they all do these days) with the macabre and the dead (not all of it, but some).
Vol. VI, No. 5, May 2015
- Numéro Cinq at the Movies: Lucrecia Martel’s “La ciudad que huye” — Introduced by Sophie M. Lavoie
- Undersung | John Malcolm Brinnin: “As Well-Known as I Deserve to Be” — Julie Larios
- It Is Not a Novelist’s Job to be Merciful: An Interview with Sam Savage—Jeff Bursey
- Isaak: from Genealogy of the First Person | Poem — D. M. Spitzer
- Uimhir a Cúig | Sons Are Older At The Speed Of Light: Poems — Macdara Woods
- Childhood: Five Wonders — Leona Theis
- Chance Encounters of the Literary Kind: Screenwriter Walter Bernstein — Robert Day
- Anti-film: Interview with Video Artist Gunilla Josephson — Ann Ireland
- The Koans of Atticus Lish: Review of Preparation for the Next Life — Tom Faure
- White Wolf, a work in progress: Fiction — Madison Smartt Bell
- The Administered World of Theodor Adorno: Essay — Jeremy Brunger
- Sing! O Bone: Essay — Julie Trimingham
- Bad Sex: Fiction — Jowita Bydlowska
- Theory and Ardour: A Review of Alice Fulton’s Barely Composed — Patrick O’Reilly
- My Struggle: Book Four | Novel Excerpt — Karl Ove Knausgaard
- A Kind of Freak, a Monster: A Review of Karl Ove Knausgaard’s My Struggle: Book Four — Jeff Bursey
- Inquiring Spirit: My Friend, Jim Cerasoli (1938-2015) — Patrick J. Keane
- Top of the Page in May | Essays & Translation — Genese Grill
Vol. VI, No. 6, June 2015
- Numéro Cinq at the Movies | Wong Kar Wai’s Secrets, or My Sense of an Ending — R. W. Gray
- A Lucky Man: Poems — Sydney Lea
- Punch: Short Story — Cary Fagan
- Imagining Sins: Poems — Lady Rojas Benavente | Translated by Sophie M. Lavoie
- Haints Stay | Novel Excerpt — Colin Winnette
- There Is No News Here, Only Darkness: A Review of Haints Stay by Colin Winnette — Jason DeYoung
- Onward From Insufficiency: Review of Don McKay’s Angular Unconformity: Collected Poems 1970-2014 — Sydney Lea
- A Great Labyrinth: The Winding Stair, Maud Gonne, and a Quest for the Quintessential Yeats — Patrick J. Keane
- The Game for Real | Novel Excerpt — Richard Weiner
- Dioramas of the Mind: A Review of Richard Weiner’s The Game for Real — Frank Richardson
- With God in the Kitchen & Ars Poetica: Poems — A. Anupama
- Permafrost: Fiction — Zoë Meager
- The Physics of Sorrow: Novel Excerpt — Georgi Gospodinov
- A Half-life at Home: Review of Georgi Gospodinov’s The Physics of Sorrow — Geeda Searfoorce
- What It’s Like Living Here — Kate McCahill in Santa Fe
- Plot Structure in Three Stories: Essay on Form — Nicole Chu
- The Critic as Artist | Review of Renata Adler’s After the Tall Timber: Collected Nonfiction — Julian Hanna
- Conjure & Demolish: Poems — K. Thomas Kahn
- Uimhir a Cúig | Apology: Poems — Victoria Kennefick
- The Sniper: Micro-fiction — Mark Anthony Jarman
- Sentimental Journey Through Hell & Italy: Review of Mark Anthony Jarman’s Knife Party at the Hotel Europa — Lee D. Thompson