The Center for Fiction is the only nonprofit in the U.S. solely dedicated to celebrating fiction, and we work every day to connect readers and writers. We also feature workspace, grants, and classes to support emerging writers, reading groups on classic and contemporary authors, and programs to help get kids reading. We recognize the best in the world of fiction through our annual awards, and we operate one of the few independent fiction book shops in the country. We are also an important piece of New York City history, continuing to build our renowned circulating library collection, begun in 1820 by New York City merchants before the advent of the public library system.

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Tonight at 7pm, The Center for Fiction celebrates a year of hard work and many accomplishments with readings from all nine 2012 Emerging Writers Fellows.

Meet the City’s emerging voices:
Seamus Scanlon
Everything either happened or almost happened. Or could have happened…Irish humor is fatalistic and essential for survival. It may date from centuries of colonization and gray clouds all day - rain, hunger, famine, and emigration. The Catholic outlook of self sacrifice, pain, purgatory, and reward in the next life needed some antidote.”
In an interview with Bookslut, Seamus Scanlon reveals what makes an audacious, brave, and great writer and why he doesn’t whitewash the truth. For him, “Political correctness has no place in fiction.”

Leopoldine Core
"Peanut quietly considered replacing all of her friends with dogs."In "Historic Tree Nurseries" from Issue 6 of The Literarian, Leopoldine Core takes us into and far beyond a story of a man’s best friend.

Lisa Lee
"I stopped writing to my pen pal, Mary Wang, of Anchorage, Alaska, the year I started high school. Partly because my mother told me she was too ugly for me to be friends with, but mostly because I was terrified of being ugly myself."Pen pals, correspondence, and the idea of "pretty" - Lisa Lee writes about not writing back in her Sycamore Review essay, “Dear Mary Wang.”

Daniel Long
Broke, broker, broken, sure…but maybe life don’t conjugate so easy. There’s flesh and blood and little bits of hope tucked here or there. Give us this day our daily bread. Or weekly bread. Or monthly. Give me a fair sum of bread per annum, and we’ve got a deal.
What I mean is, could you spare some old bread about now?
What I mean is, we’re fighting the dust.
Daniel Long, an Oklahoman living in New York, had women "hiding tears" while he read at the Southern Writers Reading Series. 
Manuel Martinez
"Try every type of food…Sleep whenever there is nothing else to do…" Most of all, "Don’t go anywhere but be afraid to stay where you are. Remember that there is always something you are missing."
Need travel tips? Manuel Martinez shares sage advice in Issue 1 of The Literarian.

Rosalie Knecht
"I arrived at adulthood and New York City with a smug and completely deluded attitude toward credit and debt. Namely: who needs it?" In “Taking On a Debt to New York" for the New York Times Opinionator’s ”Townies”, Rosalie Knecht takes on the rat race, ingenuity, and what happens when making a living is “neither tangible nor profound.”

Tracy O’Neill
"A man’s relationship with his mother shows which black and white movie star he is like," says Tracy O’Neill in her essay on sons and mothers, "The Imperfect." "The Imperfect" was published in Issue 5 of The Literarian.

Tim O’Sullivan
As Tim O’Sullivan writes in “On Irrelevance” for A Public Space, “A taste for topical relevance is cool. There are better places to look than fiction. Newspapers maybe. On TV, pundits speak provocatively on topics of the day. Fiction can handle these topics too, but I suppose people will always argue whether it’s the most appropriate tool and/or for how long the relevant topic will remain relevant.” So, what is O’Sullivan’s irrelevant gem? Find out.

Jackie Reitzes
"The water is seaweed colored, the boat’s belly white. There is the thought- maybe this is it, maybe I will not be leaving after all. Maybe my parents would kill me if I die doing a Leonardo DiCaprio impersonation. And the release of leaning into the fall, the surrender because there’s nothing to be done but wait. Close your eyes. Brace yourself. Hold your breath. See."
Jack Reitzes story, “King of the World,” was read at The Liar’s League NYC. She is currently a teacher in NYU’s Expository Writing Program.