In later years I will come to avoid him, but for now, I am eight years old, and the man everyone says is my father is sitting in the living room.
The Harper brothers acted as if they didnt see Lola or her car, right in front of them, plain as day.
Phyllis Alexander
Duchess, the dog that Jack and his dad brought home, is sitting by the kitchen table in a pair of womens underpants.
David Riordan
Something I want you to know about me, Scott said. I sense future sights, sounds, whatever while I sense the present.
John Chu
The winner of last years Boston Review Aura Estrada short-story contest.
Kalpana Narayanan
Introduced by Francisco Goldman
I boarded the train and took the last empty seat, by the window. The woman next to me said, This train goes to the coast.
Ana Menéndez
Lara Barrows wondered how the woman had gotten her name, and how shed found her address.
Danzy Senna
Hes sitting right in front of me now, a 130-pound Rottweiler named Casey, wearing a black helmet just like the one Im holding in my hands.
Charles Johnson
There are guavas to steal in Budapest, and right now Id die for guavas, or anything for that matter. My stomach feels like somebody just took a shovel and dug everything out.
NoViolet Bulawayo
The earliest known record of the negro detective Jackson Hieronymus Burkethe Mooris an advertisement he ran in several Berlin newspapers in 1873, promising discretion and modest fees.
Ben Stroud
From the winner of the Bita Prize in Persian Letters, a story of a girl faced with the violence of the state. (Plus: My Two Worlds, Goli Taraghis Bita Prize lecture)
Goli Taraghi
translated by Faridoun Farrokh
He dont look like hes gonna be too talkative tonightwhich is a blessin. Otherwise youd have to listen to him go on about how youre goin to hell, like me and everybody I know.
Samuel R. Delany
The winner of of Boston Reviews 17th annual fiction contest, selected by
Chang-rae Lee.
Adam Sturtevant
On one of those early mornings, she heard a small girls voice, thin, reedy, dry. Shed always thought, fantasized, that mothers communicated with their children telepathically.
Jess Row
The father forgot to explain the sex part, how the sperm and the egg got to be in the same place at the same time and so for years the boy thought the sperm flew out of the man and through the air to where it entered the woman and multiplied like cancer.
Eric Freeze
One constant of my childhood, as the youngest of seven, was this: I was forever laughing and crying at once.
Vestal McIntyre
That month, her period was late. She missed it ferociously, even though it was such a pain and mess. She missed the way it had protected her for seven days and nights.
Taryn Bowe
and Wheres Your Sense of Humor?
Later, it came, with its lowering throng of clouds laden with heavy and toxic gasses. Thus, though long-predicted, the annihilation came unexpectedly. Also unexpected was that some survived.
Aura Estrada
Francisco Goldman discusses The Wave and the death of his wife Aura Estrada, after whom our short story contest is named.

Congratulations to NoViolet Bulawayo for winning the 2011 Caine Prize for African Writing.
I knew this writer was going to blow up, said BR Fiction Editor Junot Díaz. Her honesty, her voice, her formidable
command of her craftall were apparent from the first page.
Read Hitting Budapest, her winning story from the November/December 2010 issue.
Julian Barnes Remembers
Roger Boylan
Ben Katchors The Cardboard Valise
John Crowley
Jeffrey Eugenidess The Marriage Plot
Leland de la DurantayeWeb only
On Brian ONolan, a.k.a. Flann OBrien, one of Irelands great novelists.
Roger Boylan
On Kenyas Kwani Trust
Anna Clark
The Jewish Jane Austen
Roger Boylan
Despite Critics Best Attempts
Jess Row
China Miévilles Other Reality
Henry Farrell
The Ethics of David Foster Wallace
Leland de la Durantaye
David Grossmans article of faith
Vivian Gornick
An Interview
Junot Díaz with Dave EggersWeb only
Mark Twains Autobiography
Roger Boylan
The tumultuous marriage of Leo and Sophia Tolstoy
Vivian Gornick
The passions of Arthur Koestler
Roger Boylan
Geoff Dyers unlikely terms of engagement
James Wallenstein
Remembering Beckett twenty years after his death
Roger Boylan