SOPHIE STROHMEIER
I am a writer, translator, and amateur illustrator from Vienna based in New York City.
A short story about an obsessive teen’s encounter with Harry Lime at the Thanksgiving table
published in The Missouri Review’s online prose anthology, January 2023
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published in The Missouri Review’s online prose anthology, January 2023
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“When we were at Casablanca, we could still emerge from this world with a productive sacrifice, as heroes. There had not yet been a Holocaust. Now, The Third Man says that we can’t get what we want. Our heroes are dead; they weren’t even heroes to begin with. The Third Man predicted the message-board troll, the supposed friend who shows up in an AOL chat disguised as someone else.
The Third Man knows you really don’t know who your friends are . . .”
FICTION & PLAYS
Küss Mich, Libussa -- novel, edition a, October 2013 (in German)
English translation of one excerpt, “Visiting the Snow Queen” by Emma Rault, published in Queen Mob’s Tea House, Spring 2017
The Third and Other Harry -- short story, The Missouri Review, January 2023
The Perverts -- (30 minute play) staged reading produced by UA Theatre and Dance, Spring 2019
Lady Bluebeard -- short story, Bosie Magazine, Winter 2019
There Are No Happy Loves -- chapbook by Two Trick Pony Press, September 2018
previously published in Apofenie, Spring 2018
In the Catskills -- fiction excerpt, in Emerge: 2016 Lambda Fellows Anthology,
Spring 2017 - watch a video of reading
Those Smarting Stars -- short story, Broad! Magazine, Winter 2015
Die Fürst -- short story, published in The Gap, issue No. 142, March 2014 (in German)
Podrugi -- short story in wtf!-magazine’s Erotica Collection, ed. by Amira Ben Saoud, 2012
(in German)
SELECT PUBLISHED ESSAYS
Séances with Sisi at Kenyon Review, June 2023
The Music of Tár at WQXR.org, March 2023
Pants Roles: Gender Fluidity and Queer Undertones in Opera at WQXR.org, June 2022
The Creative Brilliance of Louise Fitzhugh: On Sometimes You Have to Lie by Leslie Brody: essay in Lambda Literary Review, Fall 2021
Wagnerism Grapples with Richard Wagner’s Complex Legacy:
essay in Lambda Literary Review, Fall 2020
Trumps Chance: essay in Datum Magazin, Spring 2020
Fingerplay and Handmaidens: essay in Lambda Literary Review, November 2016
Wo bleiben die Lesben?: essay in DerStandard, November 2013 (in German)
EDITORIAL EXPERIEMCE
Contributing writer/film reporter for FM4 radio website, Vienna, 2014-2015
Contributing writer for Sissy Magazin, Berlin, 2014-2015
Contributing writer for The Gap magazine and website, Vienna, 2014
FILM BLOG
Women’s Prison films, 2014
Love Poems by Avedis Tarsis
Ink drawings by me
published June 2021 by Ketos Verlag
Order your copy here
Ink drawings by me
published June 2021 by Ketos Verlag
Order your copy here
Arrhythmien können verdammt gefährlich sein – besonders, wenn sie von der Liebe verursacht werden. Avedis Tarsis widmet sich in seinem ersten Gedichtband allen Spielarten amouröser Rhythmusveränderungen: von der bloß anbetenden über die fleischlich konsumierte bis zur rückwirkend verfluchten Liebe schlägt der Autor den Bogen und fasst dabei in knappe Verse, was die Musen ihm in sein halbtaubes Ohr gehaucht haben: "... Drum fass dir ein Herz / Und reiß es aus: / Es hat dich lange genug geärgert."
Spring City is for everyone who loves even when they hate the city, fails but stays in its timeloops & myths, when on eternity's scale our presence here is a New York minute. Even after so many years, the city still seems like a weird dream that just suddenly rose up out of the ocean, water glistening on the towers and the avenues.
Art Book by Sarah Scarr
Story and Illustrations by me:
At once a work of epistolary prose, an instruction manual, and an obsessive tirade on Lesbian cinema and culture.
Collaboration x Two Trick Pony Press
MARCH 2021
SEE THE VIRTUAL EXHIBITION
Story and Illustrations by me:
At once a work of epistolary prose, an instruction manual, and an obsessive tirade on Lesbian cinema and culture.
Collaboration x Two Trick Pony Press
MARCH 2021
SEE THE VIRTUAL EXHIBITION
In the hot night, out in the backyard, by a dead flat screen television and a pile of bricks, my student spotted a worn brown sofa, and the solitary shape of someone sitting upon it: a girl, like her, dazed by boredom but unable to leave. The girl, large and blonde as well, was wearing a white blouse and a yellow vest. There were pearls in her earlobes and her shoes were new. My student sat down beside her. They discovered they were both Episcopalians, that their favorite writer was John Greene.