Ian Ross Singleton (Инь и Ян)

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Two Big Differences

5 September 2020

She Wanted Her Words to be Her Own

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Interview with Ian Singleton (David Alan Binder)
Interview with Ian Singleton (Fringe)
Poets and Writers
Speaking in Tongues: An Interview with Ian Ross Singleton (Fiction Writers Review)

Fiction

*Odessitka* (excerpt) (Cardinal Points)
First Time (New Madrid) “It was like looking into a mirror. She was surprised A.J. could still appear so innocent, when she saw the live-motion portrait of him on the television more than a year later. She had seen that primed glance, like the ting off the tip of a fang…”
Two Big Differences “This story is the American English version of one that should take place in Ukrainian Russian. Odessan Russian, Zina would say. She would call me Valinka or Valya or Valentine. Zina…how would she tell this story?”

Fiction Writers Review

"A Story is a House: an Interview With Kristina Gorcheva-Newberry"
An Interview with Laura Thomas
Apollo In The Grass by Aleksandr Kushner
Betrayers
Black Holes and Blue Windows
Dystopias Future and Past
Imagination Pointing Backwards: an Interview with Mikhail Iossel
Irony is the New Chastity: An Interview with Charles Baxter
Little Histories in Svetlana Alexievich's Secondhand Time
Of Translation and Politics in Russian Literature
The Translingual Novel
The Value of Naïveté: Shishkin’s Maidenhair in Russian and English

Los Angeles Review of Books

"Go Home and Keep Going: A Review of Immigrant City by David Bezmozgis"
"God is Genderqueer: A Conversation with H. L. Hix"
"I'm Sure You Understand": On Pavel Lembersky’s “The Death of Samusis, and Other Stories”
"Never Too Soon: a Conversation With Leland Cheuk"
"Only in Her Head: On Mona Awad’s 'All’s Well'"
"That Day: On Vince Passaro's 'Crazy Sorrow'"
"The American Girl and the 'Boy from Shobrakheit'"

Nonfiction

*Words for War: New Poems from Ukraine* (Asymptote)
A Prize Muzhik Shirt
Gryphon by Charles Baxter, Old and Cold by Jim Nisbet (Word Riot)
Résumé Against Boredom, Occupy the Ports (Fringe)
Shirley Jackson : the Library of America Anthology (Ploughshares)

Other Websites

My Teacher Galina Shabelsky (1930-2020) The memorial for my teacher, Galina Shabelsky.

Poetry

Breaking Ice (Dr. Hurley's Snake Oil Cure)
The Villainy of Hamlet (The Toucan)

Translation

"february the ink dried up…" (EastWest Literary Forum) “…in the morning my orange smells just / like the grove where the poet was shot…”
"How We Buried You…" and "Reading Samizdat" (EastWest Literary Forum)
"Janiculum" / "The Prose of Life" / "A Letter from Zürau" by Marina Eskin (The Cafe Review)
"Janiculum" by Marina Eskina (The Wax Paper) “The hill’s shadow covers the sandy eternal city like the tide, / as if time wants to wipe itself out, level off its depth. / Sun melts his back, yet the victor stands astride. / It’s our turn to decide: Rome or death…”
"Life's More Enduring Than War" (Asymptote) “When all the words run out, / in bird language, we’ll proclaim, / in one universal roll call— / our homeland is alive.”
"Reading Samizdat" by Marina Eskina (Saint Ann's Review) “In the ear, the boiler’s chirring noise. / In the kitchen, Galich’s broken voice.”
"to live with it" by Oksana Gadzhiy (Springhouse Journal) “how to hug you / clamping hands on your back / like you’ll clamp the bulletproof vest”
A Letter from Zürau by Marina Eskina (Asymptote) “Dreams about mice bode despair. The horde buries / the cat, then envelops the horse from head to hoof, / and the rider gallops astride mice…”
Cafe Review Reading
How We Buried You I Don’t Remember (To Father) by Marina Eskina (Cardinal Points) “Sorry that, on the way home / from the burial, I probably counted crows. / How we buried you I don’t remember…”
The Prose of Life by Marina Eskina (Cardinal Points) “As for the prose of life, just let it be, / whether and what for it’s got poetry, / and what string, other than the one you pluck, / resonates with the wail of ambulance or fire truck…”

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