Fiction by Joseph Conrad | He—the great Napoleon—started upon us to emulate the Macedonian Alexander, with a ruck of nations at his back. We opposed empty spaces to French impetuosity, then we offered them an interminable battle so that their army went at last to sleep in its positions lying down on the heaps of its own dead. Then came the wall of fire in Moscow. It toppled down on them
read moreFiction by Greg Mannison | I wake up at 3 am. Can’t sleep. Open my iPhone and start scrolling. There’s an ad for a sleeping product
read moreFiction by Jeremiah Suit | “I can move your ass out of here so bright and so fast with a Jewish attorney, you’re going to feel like your ass was skinned, baby. You think you’re the last woman on Earth I can get?” That’s where my head was at—I had gone full-Bukowski
read moreFiction by Brandon Quintin | Out of the fog came a horse-drawn sleigh, scratching its way across the ice. The horses huffed and puffed, spouting steam like dragons. Huddled together aboard the sleigh were two Frenchmen, their faces down, shielded from the elements. They didn’t see the seventy four guerrilla fighters crouched among the brush on the shoreline. Watching. Waiting.
read moreFiction by A.J.R. Klopp | Wolf and warband advanced westward and with each night the Hunter’s Moon drew near
read moreFiction by Jack Norman | I happen to know that, on the night of my conception, my father had to be dragged to bed by my mother after he had spent hours playing the latest edition of Sega Sports World Series Baseball on the Sega Mega Drive console
read moreFiction by Jack Norman | I happen to know that, on the night of my conception, my father had to be dragged to bed by my mother after he had spent hours playing the latest edition of Sega Sports World Series Baseball on the Sega Mega Drive console
read moreFiction by Stuart Ross | They try. They try as much as Ellory can stand it, as much as Ty can stand up. They try thrice in one night, like schoolchildren, before second sleep on Sunday mornings, on midweek sick day afternoons. They try in Ottawa, Naples, Barcelona, and Miami in the rain
read moreFiction by Jordan Black | I sat in my small office studying a chess puzzle on my phone, waiting for Rob Gullickson, who was several minutes late. When he came in, he had a bounce to his walk, a smile, a far off look in his glimmering eyes, all as though he was dramatically enthused about something well beyond what we were about to discuss. He was fat, tan, looked well-rested from his three weeks in our office in Uruguay.
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MAN’S WORLD is now available, for the very first time, as a high-quality printed magazine. Across 200 glorious pages, you’ll find everything that made the digital magazine the sensation that it was – the best essays, the most brilliant new fiction, interviews, art, food, sex, fitness – and so much more.
MAN’S WORLD is now available, for the very first time, as a high-quality printed magazine. Across 200 glorious pages, you’ll find everything that made the digital magazine the sensation that it was – the best essays, the most brilliant new fiction, interviews, art, food, sex, fitness – and so much more.
