"And for God's sake, don't let me ever hear you say, 'I can't read fiction. I only have time for the truth.' Fiction is the truth, fool! Ever hear of 'literature'? That means fiction too, stupid." -John Waters
Plunging straight into the grayish, faintly understood area of the art world that involves oddly drawn objects coupled with uncertainly spelled text, McSweeney's 27 brings together a previously uncategorized cadre of pithy draftsmen, genius doodlers, and fine-artistic cartoonists, and buffets them with essays examining just what it is that these people are doing and why the world should know about it. Learn More
McSweeney's 28 explores the state of the fable - those astute and irreducible allegories one doesn't see so much anymore in our strange new age, when everyone is wild for the latest parable or apologue but can't find time for anything else. Learn More
McSweeney's began in 1998 as a literary journal that published only works rejected by other magazines. Since then, McSweeney's has attracted works from some of the finest writers in the country. Learn More
With tremendous new stories from Steven Millhauser and Roddy Doyle, an epic, genre-shattering novella from Hilton Als, and a really excellent special section on Norway's finest writers (featuring not just Per Petterson but also Kid Icarus and a woman named Blind Margjit)—along with, probably, correspondence from a man we can't yet name and an unbelievable disappearing-ink cover done by Jordan Crane—Issue 35 is a full-to-bursting edition in the tradition of the best ones McSweeney's has ever done. For several hundred pages of unrivaled summer reading, this is your book.