Zoetrope: All-Story


Vol. 21 No. 2

Guest Designer Jeff Bridges

Notes on Design

Jeff Bridges

Row, row, row your boat . . . (you know how it goes) . . . life is but a dream Gently, man, gently

The Tornado Auction

Karen Russell


You know, there was never any money in it, even back then. If you were a breakeven, you were a success.
     I’d been fully retired for nearly fifteen years when I decided, on a whim, to return to the sale barn. Driving home from the pharmacy, passing the shoals of purple corn, I watched the wheel turning in my hands. The barn’s howling interior, with its warrens of wind hoses, was as familiar to me as my home, but I recognized almost no one. How young the faces had become! Just about everybody I’ve ever wanted to i . . .


Lily Tuck

Linda, his ex-wife, has gained weight—fifty pounds, he guesses. Her hair, too, is different, a flamboyant poinsettia color. The same color, he imagines, French prostitutes—a cliché portrait he indulges himself in—dye theirs. Linda’s is cut short and gelled into spikes. For a moment, he thinks that maybe he has made a mistake and rung the wrong doorbell. Briefly, too, he is reminded of a scene in a movie he saw a long time ago—saw it on TV with Linda, in fact—where the main character, a soldier, played by the French actor Gérard Depardieu, after an absence of eleven years, due to his going off . . .


Patrick Flanery

I do not love him, but I wish I could. We are standing in my bedroom arguing about Bosnia. Two minutes ago, we were talking about mosquitoes. Charles is in his underwear, which is all he wears at night, and his body is covered in angry red sores. It’s Christians killing Muslims, I say, showing him a book I’m reading about the Balkans. You don’t have any idea what it’s about, he shouts, but maybe if you would read that book you’d understand they’re killing Catholics, too. I am reading it, I say, it’s a new Crusade, the same old hatreds playing out all over again. Charles pulls at his dark hair. I itch, he groans, his voice . . .


Anton Chekhov

The Bulgarian filmmaker Stephan Komandarev loosely adapted the Anton Chekhov story “Misery” as the film Posoki (Directions), which interweaves six vignettes of cabdrivers in modern-day Sofia. It debuted at the 2017 Cannes Film Festival.

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