An Experiment

The only thing remotely scientific-looking Sara could see were two white cylindrical objects in opposite corners of the room. Each was adorned with switches and a handful of blinking lights, but otherwise resembled upended tanning beds. Really, the place looked more like a studio apartment than a laboratory. There were dirty dishes in the sink, a towel draped over a chair, a Pink Floyd poster on the wall. As for the bearded middle-aged man who’d opened the door—well, he wore sweatpants, a t-shirt, flip-flops. If there was a lab coat anywhere, Sara guessed it was balled up at the bottom of a hamper.

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If My Book: Adrienne Celt

Welcome to another installment of If My Book, the Monkeybicycle feature in which authors shed light on their recently released books by comparing them to weird things. This week Adrienne Celt writes about The Daughters, her debut novel just published by W.W. Norton/Liveright.

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