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Susan Froderberg

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Susan Froderberg is the author of the novel OLD BORDER ROAD (Little, Brown - 2010) (Back Bay Books - 2011) and MYSTERIUM (FSG - 2018). Her short stories have appeared in Epoch, Antioch Review, Conjunctions, Alaska Quarterly, New York Tyrant, Massachusetts Review, Prairie Schooner, among others. A native of the Pacific Northwest, she now lives in NYC.

Average rating: 3.05 · 240 ratings · 68 reviews · 2 distinct worksSimilar authors
Old Border Road

3.02 avg rating — 133 ratings — published 2010 — 11 editions
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Mysterium

3.07 avg rating — 107 ratings — published 2018 — 7 editions
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“The night sky is filled brimful as a night sky can be, lit brightly as it is with clusters of planets and pulsating stars and marriages of galaxies, all of it within a wobble of dust and gas and debris unseen. There are the Dippers Little and Big tonight, a lovely Pleiades, and a throbbing red star out like a tiny heart. This is the stuff of which we are made, I say to Son, all that is of us above us. We stand together looking upward, our mouths hung open as if to swallow what's above down and into us. Looking out at the past in its far distance, where from there, he we are not.”
Susan Froderberg, Old Border Road

“For if not striving, what might there be but tedium.”
susan froderberg, Old Border Road

“A scratching of melody comes from the radio, chords rising open as the land that carries us, rhythm mimicking our passage down the road, harmony making this life seem it should be only that. We sing along to what songs have always been about- beginning, going on, breaking up, forgiving, We sing in missed words and broken phrases as glints of tiger moths fly at us like snow, streaking the windshield over.”
Susan Froderberg, Old Border Road

“For if not striving, what might there be but tedium.”
susan froderberg, Old Border Road

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