- Alison Anderson on finding a real photograph of her fictional heroine. | Literary Hub
- Road tripping while female: on the absence of women in the literature of American adventure. | Literary Hub
- From dark surf noir to the zen of the waves, the best in surfer lit. | Literary Hub
- A new poem by Christopher Soto for Orlando: “All the Dead Boys Look Like Me.” | Literary Hub
- Laurie Anderson talks to Paul Holdengraber about childhood, storytelling, and hiding in plain sight. | Literary Hub
- “I am sure the 49 patrons who died at Pulse that night didn’t necessarily think of themselves as brave for being there. But they were.” Alexander Chee on the courage of being queer. | New Republic
- I am the writer, but I never write about this: Robin Wasserman on the difficulty of depicting her best friend’s death. | BuzzFeed Books
- Emma Cline on her childhood fascination with Charles Manson (and his “house”), stripping the glamor from cults, and past truly odd jobs. | The New York Times
- “I do think of writing as a collaboration with the reader, just as I feel like I’m collaborating with the writer when I read my favorite books.” An interview with Helen Phillips. | Necessary Fiction
- “It is intense, elliptical, and haunting; and it lives somewhere near the blood-drained edge of the nouveau roman.” On Marguerite Duras’s radical novel Abahn Sabana David. | Flavorwire
- It was my father from whom I first learned rhythm: Norman Maclean on A River Runs Through It and his dad. | Esquire Classics
- “My enquiries as to ‘donkey-necked boys’, ‘shuttering legs’, ‘rakey flits’, ‘plum gourds’, ‘braced hips’, ‘kitchen accesses and converges’, ‘shorestones’ or ‘getting one’s end away’ were satisfactorily answered.” On translating Colin Barrett into German. | The Stinging Fly
- “What? No love for your uncle?” A short story by Hilary Wallis. | Joyland
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