Tom Dibblee

Tom Dibblee is Trop’s editor. His fiction has appeared in Glimmer Train and his nonfiction has appeared in Pacific Standard, the Los Angeles Review of Books, and the Point. He lives in Los Angeles.
The Weather

Tidewater

“Wishing we had vices strong enough to relieve the pressure a little.” A.C., that’s a good way of putting it. Do you ever fantasize about becoming a drug addict? I absolutely do. I envy the people…

The Weather

Heat Varieties

Like A.C., I live in a walk-up, though I’m on the fifth floor to her sixth, though that fifth, in my building, is also the top. And like A.C.’s, my walk-up has an especially hot microclimate…

Letters to Jake

Zeke

Hey Jake Well, we tried the love triangle. You and Zeke invited me to the Upright Citizens Brigade twice, and both times I couldn’t go. I wanted to go. In fact, when Zeke called, I picked up,…

The Weather

Zuma

Hey Roger. Haven’t seen any birds today, or at least, none that I remember, my only opportunity for them so far being the ten minutes of urban sidewalk I took between the roof I awoke under…

Books

Two-Man Book Club: Ben Marcus

I’m in a two-man book club with my athletic and morally upstanding friend, Jake. Last weekend we convened at his apartment in Los Feliz. He sat on an Ikea couch with a white cover that he’d…

Interviews

Jesse Ball

Through games, lies, and uncertain identities, Jesse Ball charts the give and take of competing realities. His writing feels architectural and theatrical, with narrative structures that could be drawn by an Etch A Sketch master: his…

Letters to Jake

Triangle

Hey Jake It looks like it’s time to take matters into my own hands. Yes, I understand that you have priorities to balance. And yes, I understand that you can’t introduce me to Sarah at the…

The Weather

Microclimates

My dad just served me a weather post, in the most improbable way. We’d just woken up and were sitting at my kitchen table, in my fifth-floor walk-up, looking out my window over the flats of central…

Letters from the Editors

State of Trop

Dear Readers, Today ends Trop’s first week of existence, so I thought it’d be a good time to explain a few things. Let’s start with logistics. We’re going to offer five full-length posts per week—one per…

The Weather

The Challenge

Yesterday, Evan wrote that he sympathized with the challenge facing me in this task of writing creatively about the weather from a place with a climate as famously uneventful as Los Angeles’s: here, we barely have…

The Weather

Pillow Flight

I don’t know where my pillows went. Last time I saw them they were under the door. But they’re gone now. Obviously this is a problem. Those pillows had been doing good work for me. Those pillows…

Letters to Jake

World Views

Hey Jake I think we’ve hit an impasse. First of all, I went to your party the other night, and you were the only one there. Yes, I got there late, and yes, JR had been…

Letters to Jake

Reference

Dear Jake, my upright friend, my friend with endless ideas for social entrepreneurship, my friend with a wife and therefore a reasonable chance to procreate at the socially expected time, my friend all around, my friend from…

Letters to Jake

Introduction

Before sending my first letter to Jake, I ought to provide the reader with some details about this person I’ve chosen to be the sole beneficiary of my wisdom and experiences. Because the reader might wonder…

Books

Alex Gilvarry Indicts Williamsburg

Alex Gilvarry’s debut novel, From the Memoirs of a Non-Enemy Combatant, is about a young Filipino who comes to New York to conquer the fashion world. The story takes place in the aftermath of September 11th,…

The Weather

Aborted Tweets

I’m on a hot streak of aborted tweets. Meaning I keep thinking of tweets, and then decide against them, either because I’m lazy or driving or because they’re not very clever. But then… what if they…