Eva Hagberg

Scar Tissue (Arcade)

Published December 2007 (link)

There's a scar at the top of my right leg. It looks like the British Isles, maybe Denmark, maybe Iceland. I'm not sure, I'm not a geographer, but it's a cluster of small brown shapes, some merging together, some trailing off to the left. The little dots look like the tail end of a comet compared to the big center of the scar, like the dust cast off by one giant moment.

Hostess With the Mostes' Jitters (New York Times)

Published November 18, 2004 (link)

Seated to my right was a former college fraternity president. To my left was a Condé Nast editor. The low roar of conversation — about personal trainers, one-night stands and the unlikely pleasures of calf roping — was interrupted by a spate of impromptu dancing, squeals of laughter and a brief wrestling bout. The tuna-noodle casserole was going over well, as were the Nutella and Skippy sandwiches.

The Postal Service, an indie-rock band, played in the background. A case of inexpensive wine was flowing, augmented by Grey Goose martinis and red plastic cups of Johnnie Walker Black, neat.

Dorothy Draper's advice was working.