Jacob Silverman

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My short story, “Clearing,” was published today in Spork Press. It’s about a town slowly disappearing.

My ex-husband, Michael, was one of the first to go. He visited in early March. I wished him well — we had been on good terms for some time, but actually, we had never quite been on bad terms, and maybe that was the problem: we could never get excited enough to argue or, even briefly, to hate each other.

He had sold most of his things, and the rest lay in boxes in the bed of his truck, which looked as if packed for a delivery: well arranged and closely grouped cardboard cubes, with blue vinyl straps arcing across to keep them, like a mental patient, bound to the bed. I knew he had money problems, that a man had come by and made a decent offer on his house. Michael was wearing one of his work shirts, a stretched piece of fabric marked by a kaleidoscope of paint spatters and a few holes revealing tanned skin. Periodically he rubbed one hand across another, kneaded it — an old gesture, part of the body’s autonomous self. His hands still looked thick and dry, the knuckle-skin scraped down.

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Arthur Phillips The Tragedy of Arthur is being published in the UK, so I reviewed it for The National. 

Whether it’s the mysterious Arabic manuscript undergirding Don Quixote or the autobiography at the heart of Robinson Crusoe, novels have long relied on “false documents” - elaborately conceived texts that, by claiming to be factual, boost a novel’s sense of realism, of being a credible world unto itself. These writers worked hard to create a sense of authenticity around their false documents, writing introductions or commentaries that painted themselves as humble custodians of the found text. The technique could also be useful for disassociating an author from a book’s political content, as Voltaire did by claiming that Candide was translated from the work of a “Dr Ralph”.

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Over at The New Republic’s The Book, I wrote about Horacio Castellanos Moya and his WWII novel Tyrant Memory.

At Tablet, I reported on an appearance by the sons of Julius and Ethel Rosenberg, and I wrote an essay about the brilliant, complicated, mostly forgotten father of the 1960s New Left, Paul Goodman, about whom there’s a documentary being released. It’s worth seeing.

At the 92YTribeca, Myla Goldberg headlined a night of writers reading while a jazz band accompanied them. Highlights included Goldberg’s rendition of “Maryland, My Maryland” and Chris Weingarten’s story about a bestial Ministry roadie. I wrote it up for Tablet.

For the Christian Science Monitor, I reported about the state of streaming music services and the effects on terrestrial radio. The article ran today online and should be in the latest print edition.