August 4 – 8, 2025
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10 Works of Literary Fantasy You Should Read
Even If You're a Genre Snob (But Also, If You're a Genre Snob, Stop)
“You Can’t Discuss Palestinian Food Without Talking About the Occupation.”
Yasmin Khan on the Joys of Palestinian Cuisine
Ten Thoughts on Having Your Novel Translated into Your Native Tongue
The Challenges of Working in a Language You Only Use to Speak to Your Mother
In Praise of the Difficult: On Marianne Moore, Defiant Poet of Complexity
Gabrielle Bellot: "I’m accustomed to difficulty."
Literary Disco: Let the Games Begin!
Julia, Rider, and Tod Start the New Month with Some Classic Book Games
Notes from a Black Woman’s Diary
Kathleen Collins
"She came in while I was recording and asked to listen to every Nina Simone album in the house. I was just about to introduce the next side: “How ’bout a little Herbie Hancock now, with George Coleman on tenor sax, Ron Carter on bass, Tony Williams on drums, and, of course, Herbie on piano . . . that’s right: ‘Maiden Voyage’ . . .”"
Karen Thompson Walker Talks Ishiguro, Saramago, and Hypochondria
In Conversation with Christopher Hermelin and Drew Broussard
on So Many Damn Books
Marlon James: One Day I Will Write About My Mother
"My mother, who spent most of her life building work and family, never built a room of her own."
On the Destabilizing Brilliance of Robert Coover’s “The Babysitter”
Or, How to Accept the Pain of Not Knowing
In the Face of Cancer, My One-Sided Deal With God
Julie Yip-Williams on Illness, Faith and Family
Director Peter Hedges on Taking the Page to the Screen
In Conversation with Will Schwalbe on But That's Another Story
The Man Who Couldn’t Die
Olga Slavnikova, Translated by Marian Schwartz
"It had been Marina’s idea. Keep Alexei Afanasievich from finding out about the changes in the outside world. Keep him in the same sunny yet frozen time when the unexpected stroke had cut him down. “Mama, his heart!” Marina had pleaded, having grasped instantly that, no matter how burdensome this recumbent body might be, it consumed far less than it contributed."
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