Dear Friends, Due to unfortunate considerations of time and cost, Backwards City is no longer a print journal. However, we will maintain our presence on the web that, however meager, we hope you might enjoy.
From Salon: A fascinating conspiracy about Jesus transformed the cheesy thriller, "The Da Vinci Code," into a phenomenal bestseller. Too bad it comes from "Holy Blood, Holy Grail," a masterpiece of bogus history.
From the Department of Actually Readable New Yorker Fiction That Sadly Isn't Online: No link by definition, but the story in The New Yorker this week I found was actually worth finishing: "I Am a Novelist" by Ryu Murakami. It's the story of a Japanese novelist who gets a call from a bar in Yokohama with the news that someone has been impersonating him for free drinks, gotten one of the waitresses pregnant, and has now vanished. Good premise.