We have a winner! Joshua Simpson’s photo (above) draws on Keret’s “Cheesus Christ.” Simpson writes, “The decaying sign and brazen commercialism felt right in line with the cheeseburger without the cheese and the dying man’s last words. ‘It’s embarrassing for me, and, if you don’t mind my saying so, for the whole chain.’”
Join us at the NYC launch event for Etgar Keret on April 29 from 6 – 8 p.m. at powerHouse Arena in DUMBO. This event will include a silent auction, with proceeds going to PEN American, an on-stage conversation between Keret and Paris Review editor Lorin Stein, and a brief reading (perhaps by a mystery guest, perhaps by Keret himself).
Thank you entrants, BOMB Magazine, and Tumblr. I hope to see lots of people on April 29. If you don’t live in New York City, there are lots of stops on the tour.
“Tell me a story,” the bearded man sitting on my living-room sofa commands. The situation, I must admit, is anything but pleasant. I’m someone who writes stories, not someone who tells them. And even that isn’t something I do on demand. The last time anyone asked me to tell him a story, it was my son. That was a year ago. I told him something about a fairy and a ferret—I don’t even remember what exactly—and within two minutes he was fast asleep. But here the situation is fundamentally different. Because my son doesn’t have a beard, or a pistol. Because my son asked for the story nicely, and this man is simply trying to rob me of it.
Finished books just arrived! Only two hours and twenty minutes until the contest is over. (And hats off to David Polonsky for cover art and Charlotte Strick for cover design.)
Some nice-looking books right there.