Fiction | Calculated Moves
So troubling was the dream, and so restless was he as a result, that he stayed in bed longer than usual.
So troubling was the dream, and so restless was he as a result, that he stayed in bed longer than usual.
Susan Coll, author of the novel Bookish People and Delia Ephron, screenwriter for movies like You’ve Got Mail and Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants and author of the memoir Left on Tenth: A Second Chance on Life, discuss the influence of love, loss and humor in the creative writing process. In conversation with Moment book & opinion editor Amy E. Schwartz. A special literary event celebrating the Moment Magazine-Karma Foundation Short Fiction Contest celebration.
On the evening of the first Passover seder, traffic on the Long Island Expressway heading east into the suburbs was massive, slow-moving and maddening, just as Martin Weissman expected.
The music of Chopin brings together a mysterious young Hungarian Holocaust survivor and an American music student. But just when romance is in the air, he vanishes.
Today, another of my usual jogs—the thousandth step of a thousandth run, every run varied enough to include something new.
Moment Magazine-Karma Foundation Short Fiction Contest presents:
Authors Ruby Namdar (The Ruined House), Ruth Franklin (A Thousand Darknesses: Lies and Truth in Holocaust Fiction) and Moment editor-in-chief Nadine Epstein (Elie Wiesel: An Extraordinary Life) discuss the enduring power–and perils–of Holocaust fiction.
Prior to the conversation, the 2020 Karma Foundation Short Fiction Contest winners read excerpts from their stories:
1st place – Omer Friedlander, The Man Who Sold Air in the Holy Land
2nd place – Linda Brettler, Private
3rd place – Rona Arato, Polonaise
Simcha was the man who sold air from the Holy Land, not to be confused with those unimaginative con artists who sold oil from the Oily Land or water from the Dead Sea.
Jed Phillip Cohen’s fiction short story is the winner of 2018 Moment Magazine Karma Foundation short fiction competition.
Is the movie as good as the book? Often, the answer to this perennial question is a flat “No.”
I wanted to tell my father that the fish salad was shining, but he was asleep, calling my name in long somniloquous moans. I stood at his bedside, the shape of our room made visible by the scarce lights of the Marshal Zhukov Street. Slava! My name rose from his lungs…