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Kate Zambreno
Kate Zambreno is the author most recently of Drifts (Riverhead) and To Write As If Already Dead, a study of Hervé Guibert (Columbia University Press). Forthcoming in Summer 2023 from Riverhead is The Light Room, a meditation on art and care, as well as Tone, a collaboration with Sofia Samatar, from Columbia University Press in early 2024. ‘Insekt’ is part of an in-progress work of fiction, Realisms. She is a 2021 Guggenheim Fellow.

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Insekt or large verminous thing

Fiction

September 2022

Kate Zambreno

Fiction

September 2022

Around dusk one evening in March, I went out back to the small garage, and switched on my small square of artificial light at...

Feature

January 2018

Accumulations (Appendix F)

Kate Zambreno

Feature

January 2018

I’ve been keeping a mental list of all the pieces of art that I’ve nursed Leo in front of...

 La Esmeralda, Mexico   She knocked on the bathroom door   ‘Can I come in to shower?’   ‘En el trono,’ he called out ‘Give me a couple minutes’   He was just reaching for the roll of toilet paper on the floor when something happened A reverberating collision and a seasick feeling at once The toilet quivered under his thighs as the walls rattled and the front door – it must be the front door – cracked, splintering as though a tree had crashed through it, but there were no trees in the yard He began to rise from the toilet into something awful, into a new sound, into the rising decibels of the woman screaming from the living room Bent over still reaching for his pants, he knew there would not be enough time to pull them up He was aware of every facet of the bathroom then, as though he had been studying it for escape routes for months The canary-yellow plastic curtain drawn halfway across the tub The rusted showerhead releasing its slow, incurable drip The colourless bath mat with its frayed, dirty edge folded up The dingy rattan clothes hamper The stale towel hanging from a nail in the door And to his right, above the sink, a red hand towel limp on its clear plastic ring over the soap dish The sink was set in a water-warped cabinet with a louvred door   The frenzy in his ears stopped Her scream was cut off It had risen into a hysterical shriek and now vacated itself with a soft humph Like a chainsaw dropped into a swamp Chairs were falling, or maybe it was the kitchen table that someone smashed into the wall Another tremor went through the house No male voices No commands, no shouting All he had heard was a tumult and the hysterical clipped scream The furniture dragging and feet moving   He wasn’t breathing anymore He turned to his right, taking a step and holding his pants He glanced from the faucet and the toothbrushes blossoming, one orange and one blue, from their dirty glass on the sink, to the

Contributor

August 2014

Kate Zambreno

Contributor

August 2014

Kate Zambreno is the author most recently of Drifts (Riverhead) and To Write As If Already Dead, a study...

Heroines

feature

March 2013

Kate Zambreno

feature

March 2013

I am beginning to realise that taking the self out of our essays is a form of repression. Taking the self out feels like...

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Interview

March 2017

Interview with Rodrigo Hasbún

Enea Zaramella

Rodrigo Hasbún

TR. Sophie Hughes

Interview

March 2017

Rodrigo Hasbún (born Cochabamba, Bolivia, 1981) has published two novels and a collection of short stories; he was selected...

fiction

February 2013

The Currency of Paper

Alex Kovacs

fiction

February 2013

‘Labour is external to the worker, i.e. it does not belong to his essential being; that in his work,...

Prize Entry

April 2017

Pylons

David Isaacs

Prize Entry

April 2017

Once upon a time, Dad would begin, I think, focusing on the road, there was a man called Watt....

 

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