Narrative Magazine

Narrative Magazine is an online literary publication based in the United States, operating since 2003. Its main office is located in San Francisco.

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John Irving at Iowa | Narrative Magazine

1 month ago | narrativemagazine.com | Tom Jenks

A Memoir Share Facebook Threads Reddit Forward Print Copy link I first met him in the fall of 1972. I was one month free of the army in Arizona, the government having decided there was an overabundance of lieutenants and that letting me head off to graduate school at the Iowa Writers’ Workshop would be just fine.
Vaquero by Eduardo Martínez-Leyva

1 month ago | narrativemagazine.com | Mimi Kusch

You want to put your darkness in me. All of it. As if it always belonged to me. Ruthlessrattlesnake of a man. Riding shotgun downthe highway, not ashamed. What could possiblypossess you? To think an entire night could fitin me. Slip inside the black sky’s haunches and limbs. The patient stars with their glittery thighs. The forearms. Deep in the heart of Texas. I could ruin you. Spend an afternoon with my headon your chest. The wild-wild-west of you sleeping
Narrative 10 | Narrative Magazine

1 month ago | narrativemagazine.com | Carol Edgarian

We are celebrating Chris Bohjalian’s work and his latest novel, The Jackal’s Mistress, with a visit from our N10 interview series:1. Who is your favorite character in fiction; your fave character in life? Ah, “character.” As in the state of her moral compass: “Her character was unimpeachable, and that was why everyone looked up to her.” Or “character,” that person who was, for better or worse, bigger than life: “He had zero filter and would say anything. He was such a character.
Cartoon Art Volume 2025-02 | Narrative Magazine

1 month ago | narrativemagazine.com | Conor Burke

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What? | Narrative Magazine

2 months ago | narrativemagazine.com | Mimi Kusch

Share Facebook Threads Reddit Forward Print Copy link Why say it? That turf’s been soTrodden. Dusty. If not novelReserve it for a thoughtTo oneself. Can you repeat the overstatedAnd have it meanSomethingFor the first time? What’s not the first timeIf each time is the first? Already a reader? Sign In
Rapture Basement | Narrative Magazine

2 months ago | narrativemagazine.com | Tom Jenks

A Story Share Facebook Threads Reddit Forward Print Copy link My mother lies in the hospital bed, scrubbed clean and sleeping. Her hair is short and smooth, luminous gray against her skin in the light of this overcast morning. For years I’ve seen her—on the rare occasions I’ve seen her—only in honey-blonde wigs.
Narrative 10 | Narrative Magazine

2 months ago | narrativemagazine.com | Carol Edgarian

We caught up with Allegra Goodman as she marks the publication of her new novel, Isola. 1. Who is your favorite character in fiction; your fave character in life? I can’t choose just one! In fiction my favorite characters include Pierre Bezukhov and Andrei Bolkonsky in War and Peace, Huck and Jim in Huckleberry Finn, Mary Garth and Camden Farebrother in Middlemarch. Like colors in a painting, characters in fiction take on their particular hues in relation to each other. 2.
Old Friends | Narrative Magazine

Jan 20, 2025 | narrativemagazine.com | Tom Jenks

Dance with me, Tim said. It was summer, a few weeks before the start of seventh grade. We were in Tim’s room, sitting facing each other on adjacent single beds. Midnight had come and gone, and outside the window a streetlamp loomed like a hostile giraffe, its head heavy at the end of a curved metal neck, seeming to peer with glowing eyes at the two boys in their beds. Dance with you? I said after a moment. That’s your dare? Yes, Tim said, his voice low and fluttery.
Natural History | Narrative Magazine

Jan 13, 2025 | narrativemagazine.com | Tom Jenks

On the first day of the trip, standing knee-deep in a sculptural fountain, you emptied my purse into the water on a lark. You’d been carrying it for me all day through the wet heat of July, the leather sticking to your shirt, and I suppose you’d had enough. You wanted to feel the breeze passing freely between your arm and ribs. Leaning against the doe and fawn with their twin stone bellies, you smiled at me, holding eye contact while you did it.
Some Half-World by Chelsea B. DesAutels

Jan 13, 2025 | narrativemagazine.com | Mimi Kusch

Share Facebook Threads Twitter Reddit Forward Print Copy link What can I say about how the snowis falling this morning, almost imperceptibly? I am a long way from the people I love. Distance, I’m discovering, is betterin the imagination, though my imaginationhas been weak lately, caught Already a reader? Sign In