On the Life-Hacking Origins
of Incel Entitlement
“We can safely say I'll be dead before I find the proverbial
girl of my dreams.”
On the Modern American Obsession with French Revolution Narratives
Because Guillotines and Eating the Rich Never Really Go Out of Style
Anjelica Huston on Finding Her Father in the Writing of Lillian Ross
"She maintains her own integrity and she respects
the integrity of her subject."
Meg Elison Imagines a World with No Need for Men
In Conversation with Rob Wolf on the New Books Network
On Not Writing About My Father, an Actual Mad Scientist
Erika Swyler on the Autobiographical Truths of Fiction
Finnegan’s Wake at 80:
In Defense of the Difficult
On the Pleasure of Annotating One of Literature's
Most Challenging Works
Mary Karr Thought Her Whiting Award Call Was a Prank and Hung Up
On the Life-Changing Award She Won 30 Years Ago
Poetry, Like Witchcraft and Magick, is an Act of Transformation
"When I say my poems worked as spells, I mean it
in a very literal sense."
Juliet the Maniac
Juliet Escoria
"Nicole bought the switchblade when she went down to Tijuana with her mom and dad. They’d let her go off by herself as long as she was back when she’d promised. She pretended to go shopping for dresses but instead went to the nightclubs, where Mexican girls not much older than us blew whistles loud in her face, dumping cheap tequila down her throat. She pretended to swim but instead bought things you couldn’t here, pills that made us sleepy but not high, and, of course, that switchblade. It looked exactly like a joke switchblade I’d had as a kid, one that was actually a comb. Same black and silver handle, same plastic switch, just as flimsy and cheap looking. But the blade was heavy, pale and cold like the moon."
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