IN OUR HOUSE BY THE SEA
Kirsty Logan • $0.99
Collected in FPQ Winter 2011
Romance is candlelight on cheekbones, blurring gazes and the press of heels on strange sheets. But what happens a year later? You’re sharing bath towels and bickering over who forgot to buy a light bulb. There is beauty in a familiar hand on the nape of your neck. There is love in waking up under a shared blanket. In Our House by the Sea is about the romance of domesticity.
Collected in FPQ Winter 2011
Romance is candlelight on cheekbones, blurring gazes and the press of heels on strange sheets. But what happens a year later? You’re sharing bath towels and bickering over who forgot to buy a light bulb. There is beauty in a familiar hand on the nape of your neck. There is love in waking up under a shared blanket. In Our House by the Sea is about the romance of domesticity.
Praise for In Our House by the Sea
“Kirsty is one of the best and brightest . . . when I read her stuff I feel like I could taste it, chew it, roll it around on my tongue, the language is so delicious and sturdy and musical. She also has a knack for getting relationships exactly right in her writing, whether between parent and child or lovers or friends.”
– Amber Sparks, Fiction Editor at Emprise Review
“Rarely an author comes along whose work hits you with the impact of a slap. I have had this experience with the work of Jayne Anne Phillips, with Lorrie Moore and Mary Gaitskill; most recently I have felt this on discovering the writing of Kirsty Logan. Her work is elegant, minimal, and innovative, but underlying it all is a great passion. If the world is a place where talent is recognised—in time, I believe, we may come to say her name alongside the aforementioned.”
– Ewan Morrison, author of Swung
“Every time I read something by Kirsty, I think, ‘Damn her, I wish I’d written that.’ She is the kind of writer that you can’t help but read with teeth-crunching envy, broken-hearted admiration, and a realization that your own work is not half as good as you’d hoped it might be. Be forewarned writers and readers: you will never be the same.”
– Shanna Germain, finalist for the 2010 John Preston Short Fiction Award and nominee for the 2008 Pushcart Prize
“Kirsty is one of the best and brightest . . . when I read her stuff I feel like I could taste it, chew it, roll it around on my tongue, the language is so delicious and sturdy and musical. She also has a knack for getting relationships exactly right in her writing, whether between parent and child or lovers or friends.”
– Amber Sparks, Fiction Editor at Emprise Review
“Rarely an author comes along whose work hits you with the impact of a slap. I have had this experience with the work of Jayne Anne Phillips, with Lorrie Moore and Mary Gaitskill; most recently I have felt this on discovering the writing of Kirsty Logan. Her work is elegant, minimal, and innovative, but underlying it all is a great passion. If the world is a place where talent is recognised—in time, I believe, we may come to say her name alongside the aforementioned.”
– Ewan Morrison, author of Swung
“Every time I read something by Kirsty, I think, ‘Damn her, I wish I’d written that.’ She is the kind of writer that you can’t help but read with teeth-crunching envy, broken-hearted admiration, and a realization that your own work is not half as good as you’d hoped it might be. Be forewarned writers and readers: you will never be the same.”
– Shanna Germain, finalist for the 2010 John Preston Short Fiction Award and nominee for the 2008 Pushcart Prize
Preview
My breathing is slow and dreams are starting to flicker behind my eyelids, but I do not sleep; not yet. In the pale dusk light I watch the tiny movements of your dozing face.
You turn, revealing secret dark roots of hair, the soft dent of an armpit. The sheet-creases on your breasts and cheek, the pencil dashes of your brows are a message for me to decode.
In the drowsy air I lean into you. Your mouth tastes of toothpaste and vanilla; your hair smells of shampoo, salt, sleep-warm skin. You turn again, away from me; your arm reaches out to rest on the centre of me. And I sleep.
My breathing is slow and dreams are starting to flicker behind my eyelids, but I do not sleep; not yet. In the pale dusk light I watch the tiny movements of your dozing face.
You turn, revealing secret dark roots of hair, the soft dent of an armpit. The sheet-creases on your breasts and cheek, the pencil dashes of your brows are a message for me to decode.
In the drowsy air I lean into you. Your mouth tastes of toothpaste and vanilla; your hair smells of shampoo, salt, sleep-warm skin. You turn again, away from me; your arm reaches out to rest on the centre of me. And I sleep.
Collected in
FPQ 2011
The Complete Collection
Featuring stories by Caroline Adderson, Meghan Rose Allen, Jack Bootle, Julie Dupuis, Cynthia Flood, Andrew Forbes, Danny Goodman, Pauline Holdstock, Lee Kvern, Kirsty Logan, Dave Margoshes, Don McLellan, Maria Meindl, Grace O'Connell, Richard Rosenbaum, and Lana Storey.
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FPQ 2011
The Complete
Collection
$12.99
The Complete Collection
Featuring stories by Caroline Adderson, Meghan Rose Allen, Jack Bootle, Julie Dupuis, Cynthia Flood, Andrew Forbes, Danny Goodman, Pauline Holdstock, Lee Kvern, Kirsty Logan, Dave Margoshes, Don McLellan, Maria Meindl, Grace O'Connell, Richard Rosenbaum, and Lana Storey.
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FPQ 2011
The Complete
Collection
$12.99
The Moment We Came Alive
Featuring Addresses by Cynthia Flood, Somehow There Was More Here by Danny Goodman, In Our House by the Sea by Kirsty Logan, and Cross Yourself by Lana Storey. Cover art by the Winter 2011 Cover Image Contest winner Alex Lewandowski.
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FPQ Winter 2011
The Moment
We Came Alive
$3.75
Featuring Addresses by Cynthia Flood, Somehow There Was More Here by Danny Goodman, In Our House by the Sea by Kirsty Logan, and Cross Yourself by Lana Storey. Cover art by the Winter 2011 Cover Image Contest winner Alex Lewandowski.
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FPQ Winter 2011
The Moment
We Came Alive
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With sparing, incisive prose, Cynthia Flood unravels what it meant to be a married woman in post-war era Vancouver, creating an evocative and even unsettling experience for the reader.
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Sometime after the incomprehensible death of his son, Joan Miró has settled into his new job working the overnight shift at a Hasty Market in Toronto. He has plenty of time to think beneath the fluorescent lights of the convenience store: of ghosts and late nights, of downtown living and dying, of customer service and self-preservation, of the beauty of the night sky, and of the attempts people make to connect with one another despite seemingly insurmountable distances. These fragments of life prove as difficult to make sense of as any code — until one night, when an extraordinary series of events suddenly teases a pattern from the dark.
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