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Congratulations to our 2024 Fiction Contest Winner, Luanne Gauvreau!

We're excited to announce that Luanne Gauvreau is the winner of our 2024 Fiction Contest and $2000 prize! Her story "Roses for Bodies" will be featured in the upcoming Winter issue of The Fiddlehead (FH 302).

Luanne Gauvreau lives in Ottawa where she is a writer and editor, in body and spirit. “Roses for Bodies” is drawn from a novel in progress exploring the nature of work and art in a world so in need of real action. 

2024 Fiction Contest Shortlist!

The Fiddlehead is excited to announce the finalists of our 2024 Fiction Contest, judged by Zilla Jones! The winner of the $2000 contest prize will be announced in January and the winning essay will appear in the Winter 2025 issue (302). Thank you to all who entered and congratulations to the following fifteen finalists!

Stop! Look! Listen! Gregory Jones' Reading Recommendation

 

I realize that, if the purpose of this column is to surface works its readers haven’t immediately heard of, picking the most recent Booker Prize winner misses the mark. That said, Paul Lynch’s Prophet Song is just that good. More critically, it’s an important artifact pointing up the exhaustion of the threadbare neoliberal consensus that dominates much of “developed” democracy. 

Excerpt from "Absent Fathers" by Francis Chang

Excerpt from Issue 301 (Autumn 2024)
"Absent Fathers" by Francis Chang

It was when she turned 24. She finally stopped being an asshole and reached out to me.” As Scott’s saying this, swirling his scotch around in the tumbler, Danny looks out towards the view beyond the double-height, plate glass windows — the 270 degree expanse of Tokyo at sunset, with the pale, pink and white silhouette of Mount Fuji looming in the background.

Excerpt from "Onwards!" by B.A. Dale

Excerpt from Issue 300 (Summer Fiction 2024)
"Onwards!" by B.A. Dale

Content note: brief mention of past domestic violence.

"Fun fact. Ready?” Pauline leans forward and the elbows in her worn Carhartt jacket stretch tight.

My leg’s bouncing. We’ve been getting on, me and Pauline, so I say of course I’m ready. Shoot. 

“More bees than men have gone to outer space.” She watches my face.

Excerpt from "Jamais Vu" by Julia Williams

Excerpt from Issue 300 (Summer Fiction 2024)
"Jamais Vu" by Julia Williams

Content note: mild violence, strong undercurrent of violence

They agreed that birthdays were ridiculous once you got past thirteen. Ditto Christmas. Instead, they developed a system of generalized reciprocity — a two-person Kula Ring, Amelia called it — swapping gifts only on holidays like Shrove Tuesday or St. Patrick’s Day.

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