SUZANNE REISMAN

MANUSCRIPTS

The Untervelt Private Investigators

Andrea Klein walked into my office like all potential clients do— unsteady gait, wringing hands, eyes darting everywhere and nowhere. In other words, she was nervous as fuck. And why shouldn’t she be? No one with a normal request came to talk to Underworld Private Investigators, Inc., the detective agency I ran with my grandparents.

Speculative Fiction

Sam Berger Escapes the Demon Kingdom

With only ten days to go until Sam’s bat mitzvah, she sat at her desk in her pink bedroom. Tears burned her eyes. Her narrow pale face was lit by the bluish glow of her laptop screen as she stared at it. Rabbi Ari’s curly hair bounced up and down as she explained how to pronounce some of the words that Sam stumbled over when she had chanted her Torah portion a few minutes ago. Rabbi Ari was smiling, and her voice kind, but Sam remained frustrated. Every day, she practiced all the prayers and readings she would do at the event, but she was no closer to getting it perfect than she had been when she started preparing for the religious ceremony six months earlier.

Middle Grade Fantasy

The Heart Is Half a Prophet

Upmarket/Book Club Fiction

My birth mother died twice while she was pregnant with me. A month before I was due, a drunk driver piloted his BMW into her rusted Cutlass while she was driving home from her job as a grocery store cashier. She never made it to the hospital. The EMTs cut me free from her corpse, cheating the Angel of Death out of collecting two prizes that evening. But she had already been declared dead two months earlier, when her Hasidic family found out their unmarried daughter was pregnant and sat shiva for her. Because of this, no grandparents, aunts, or uncles claimed me at the hospital. My birth mother died without revealing my father’s identity, so there was no family reunion on that side, either.

That’s what the adoption agency told my parents.

This Eden Called Warsaw

Literary Historical Fiction

Thirty-one days after his father’s death, Motl Rajsman set out for a barber in the Muranów. For a moment he wavered. His eyes watered, and he wiped them with the scratchy sleeve of his coat. He felt split between two worlds: the life he had known with his Hasidic father and what was to come without Hersh’s strict oversight of the family. His father had always been confident that there was only one proper way of life.

PUBLISHED WRITING

AWARDS & HONORS

2018 Bath Novel Award, Longlist

The Triplets of the Chosen

2015 Caledonia Novel Award, Longlist

This Eden Called Warsaw

2015 Bath Novel Award, Longlist

This Eden Called Warsaw

2010 New School Chapbook Contest, Nonfiction, Winner

Family Reunion

ABOUT SUZANNE

“There are about a million things I want to be when I grow up,” Suzanne Reisman wrote in a semi-autobiographical story when she was in fourth or fifth grade. “First of all, I want to be an author, second an advertiser, and third a baseball umpire.”

Making good on her first interest, Suzanne earned an MFA in creative writing from the New School.

When not writing, Suzanne is neither an advertiser nor a baseball umpire. Instead, she puts her Master’s in Public Administration / Public Policy to good use by working with non-profit organizations in New York City.

Suzanne spent her formative years in a comfortable house across from the Edens Expressway in the Chicago suburbs, but now lives in Manhattan with her husband, her teddy bear, and the ghost of her 13 lb. pet rabbit. Unwilling to fully abandon her roots, she insists on calling soda “pop,” and sneakers “gym shoes.” A recovered Cubs fan, she now roots for the New York Mets. She enjoys Yiddish humor, House Hunters International, eating, wandering around cities, and sleeping.

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Suzanne Reisman is represented by Maria Napolitano at kt literary.