NER Vermont Reading Series | October 23, 2014

Please join us in Middlebury on October 23rd, 7 p.m. at Carol’s Hungry Mind Cafe for the next reading in our series, featuring Emily Arnason Casey, Kathryn Davis, and
Diana Whitney.


CaseyEmily Arnason Casey‘s writing has appeared in Mid-American Review, Sonora Review, the anthology Please Do Not Remove, and elsewhere. She was a finalist for the 2014 Ruth Stone Poetry Prize. She earned an MFA from the Vermont College of Fine Arts and teaches writing at the Community College of Vermont. An editor at the online journal Atlas & Alice, Emily lives in Burlington with her husband and two sons, and is working on a collection of essays about loss and longing.

Kathryn Davis (c) Anne Davis-resize

Kathryn Davis is the author of seven novels: Labrador, The Girl Who Trod on a Loaf, Hell, The Walking Tour, Versailles, The Thin Place, and Duplex (Graywolf, 2013). She has been the recipient of the Kafka Prize, the Morton Dauwen Zabel Award from the American Academy of Arts and Letters, a Guggenheim Fellowship, and the 2006 Lannan Award for Fiction. She lives in Montpelier and is Hurst Senior Writer-in-Residence in the MFA program at Washington University in St. Louis.


DianaWhitneyheadshot-cropDiana Whitney‘s first book of poetry, Wanting It, was released in August 2014 by Harbor Mountain Press. Her essays and poems have appeared in the Boston Globe, the Washington Post, Crab Orchard Review, Puerto del Sol, Numéro Cinq, Dartmouth Alumni Magazine, and elsewhere. She graduated from Dartmouth College and Oxford University, where she was a Rhodes Scholar, and attended the Warren Wilson College MFA Program. A yoga instructor and lifelong athlete, Diana lives in Brattleboro with her family.

Kathryn Davis Reading at Middlebury

Kathryn Davis, the author of such gems as The Girl Who Trod on a Loaf, Versailles, and, most recently, The Thin Place, will come to Middlebury College to read on November 14 (4:30 p.m.). We’re proud to say that some of Davis’s early stories appeared in New England Review: “Floggings” in 1989 (11.3) and “Eternity” in 1982 (5.1).

from “Floggings”:

“And just what do you think you’re doing?” the voice asked, making the young man, Lucien, drop the hem of the petticoat from his soft freckled fingers, whereupon it spread out against the wall in a white fan, like a wave spreading across the beach, the eyelet shirred and smelling of fish. The petticoat was tacked to the wall at its enormous waistband; beside it was displayed an equally enormous pair of bloomers, hand-sewn of flannel, the seams finished off in the French manner with stitches so tiny they appeared to be the work of mice. “Qu’est-ce que tu fais?” the voice asked, coyly this time. “Or are you a mute?” It was late afternoon and through the room’s single window the light issued in a single yellow block, as if the glass Lucien had polished just that morning wasn’t there, and the light was a corporeal substance of which there was too much. He looked around. The museum had been closed for an hour, but that didn’t always stop the tourists- people who, no doubt, in their normal lives respected the message of locked doors – from lifting the peevish faces of their offspring up against the windows, hinting by gesture at the need for a bathroom. But the room was empty. “Like tree trunks,” the voice said. “Or so the Captain claimed. He was my equal, and he adored my legs. Mes jambes. He had a tongue in him the size of a hand and, let me tell you, the manual dexterity to go with it.”

[the story is available via JSTOR (subscription required) or by purchasing Vol. 11, #3]