“Make Them Care About What You Think” and Other Writing Advice from Nora Ephron
"I mean we’ve all read pieces where we thought, Oh, who gives a damn."
Audiobooks: The Past, Present, and Future of Another Way to Read
James Tate Hill Offers a Brief History of Recorded Matter
The Biggest Influence on My Novel Is… McDonald’s?
Ryan Chapman Worries It Is a Bad Idea to Compare
Your Writing to a Big Mac
13 Common Mistakes in Book Reviewing and
How to Avoid Them
Jay A. Fernandez is Looking to Write Some Wrongs
How Do We Reverse the Tide of an Anti-Science America?
Lee McIntyre Wonders What's Next for the Philosophy of Science
Ebony Thomas on Seeking the Fantastic When the World Tells You Not To
Writing Towards Magic as a Person of Color
T.C. Boyle is Most Certainly Living His Best Life
Seven Conversations from an Afternoon with a Writer in His Habitat
On Obliterating How Narrative Art Should Function
Translator Will Vanderhyden in Conversation with Carlos Labbé
All the Land
Jo Lendle, translated by Katy Derbyshire
"It was early morning when Georgi woke them. An unreal, magical light came down through the ceiling. Wegener put on his passably dried clothing—the cloth trousers, the ironed vest, dogskin trousers, his thick, stuffed fur boots, the skiing shirt, the blue sleeveless cardigan. After a breakfast of shark in bread soup, Wegener tended to Loewe’s wounds one last time. Small pieces of bone had festered out over night. As they had no more bandages, he plucked the splinters out of the gauze with tweezers and reused the material."
The Seven or Eight Deaths of Stella Fortuna
Juliet Grames
"Stella Fortuna the Second’s earliest memory is of the day she almost died for the first time, the episode with the eggplant. Most of us have memories from when we are three or four years old—often foggy, impressionistic, colors or words instead of whole, solid moments. Stella had none of these. Her first memory was vivid, complete, and late: she was four and a half, and she was waking up in a shadowy brown room redolent with the sweet-rot smell of mint. She was in intense pain."
Trying to Figure Out Bruce Chatwin’s Unpublished
Magnum Opus
Jeremy Klemin on a Legendary Travel Writer's Attempt
to Figure It All Out
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