The Brooklyn Review

Dec 14, 2023 | bkreview.org | Martha Schabas

Nothing like sadness or anger set in right away when M sat me down one afternoon last February and told me he was moving out of our apartment. The conversation we had after felt relaxed and almost warm—it seemed perfectly normal when he paused after twenty minutes or so and remarked on the way the light was falling on the house across the street, making its chimney look tinselled with silver.

Jun 2, 2023 | bkreview.org | Lily Wang

Soft red wheat breaks through my dormant reflection on the windowpane. I press my cheek into the dreaming pillow; beyond, the sky is the colour of artichoke hearts. In the trees — the downy trees covering the woods with white mist — I see my cousin hiking on a grass slope overwhelmed by spreading yellow flowers. Before she can motion for me to join her, I’m already off the train and submerged in spring sunshine, inhaling memory, mycelium, fiddlehead fern half unfurled.

Jun 2, 2023 | bkreview.org | Khashayar Mohammadi

Content warning for references to suicideThe woman enters through the door and puts her black purse on the chair beside her. She shifts her gaze back to the far distance, without focusing on anything, and then turns and stares at the glass door of the entrance. After seeing a young man with a cap, her expression changes, and a smile blossoms on her lips. The man approaches her with much warmth, sits beside her and greets her.

Feb 13, 2023 | bkreview.org | Jack Donnelly

Feb 1, 2023 | bkreview.org | Naben Ruthnum

Two years ago, a National Review piece describing Augustus Kenyon as “a somehow universally-beloved black Kissinger” elicited zero comment from the man or his foundation and ended the career of its author, Jurgen Schilze. Schilze works in industrial sourcing now, and we wanted to clarify that he is not either of us. We’re only mentioning him here to protect him from rumour and any harassment that he hasn’t earned himself.