Tickets on sale now for our Issue 27 release party on March 18 in NYC, Jerome K. Jerome on hypochondria, new fiction by Maliszewski & Wagner, & more

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We're currently gearing up for the release of The Baffler no. 27, "Venus in Furs," our first-ever (and probably only-ever?) fashion-themed issue. If you happen to be in New York, we'd love it if you would come to our release party on March 18 at Le Poisson Rouge: details and tickets are available here. Contributors Lucy Ellmann, Ann Friedman, and Eugenia Williamson will be there, as well as magazines, books, and cocktails. Oh, what will we wear?

And in case you missed it on The Baffler online these past two weeks, we featured original fiction from issue no. 26, "For Yama Is the Lord of Death," by Paul Maliszewsi and J. Wagner. Not only is it a fantastically weird story, but it's also illustrated with some outrageous art by Ana Benaroya. Finally, wrapping up our "sickness and pelf" issue is Jerome K. Jerome's "Possibility of Infection," a little ditty about a student who opens a medical encyclopedia and catches hypochondria.

Do enjoy...
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Possibility of Infection by Jerome K. Jerome (no. 26)
The True Cost of "Hollywood South" by Nick Tabor on the Baffler blog
For Yama Is the Lord of Death, a story by Paul Maliszewski and J. Wagner (no. 26)
Silicon Valley's Cult of Nothing by Dale Lately on the Baffler blog
Tickets are on sale now for "Venus in Furs," The Baffler no. 27 release party in NYC, March 18, featuring contributors Lucy Ellmann, Ann Friedman, and Eugenia Williamson.
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