Launch Event Tomorrow: Read an Excerpt of Donia Kamal’s ‘Random Arrangements’

"I hate that nobody is ever accountable for anything, even if you complain repeatedly and send emails that nobody answers, and I hate emails in the first place, and I also hate the fact that most of my colleagues here are surrendering to the editorial agenda which they actually see as valid and balanced while it makes me cry every day in the bathroom."

Friday Finds: An Excerpt of ‘Cigarette Number 7’

I didn’t talk much, but I absorbed every detail around me: every grain of rice on the red tray on Grandma’s lap, every word in the song coming out of the radio— “the evening sauntered toward us, then harked to the love in our eyes”—and every line on Grandpa’s serene face as he listened.