“Free Will for Free”
Giordano Meacci, Trans. by J. Bishop
“For Her it was no small problem, to respond to his wish in light of what she could fathom of it: to understand the request without even being clear on what a 'man of her life' might be.”
The False Nobility of Space Billionaires
How Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos are Commercializing the Space Race
My Life is Like a Movie… Starring Librarians!
Kristen Arnett Comes to Terms with Libraries in Pop Culture
Galaxies Unto Themselves: Lorna Simpson’s Collages of Black Women’s Hair
"Black Women are the Shimmering Surface and the Power Beneath"
How Cooking Frees My Mind to Think About Writing
Since I Was a Child, I've Been Obsessed with Food in Literature
“Your Mother Was a Fish”
A.M. Homes
“À l'oeuvre on reconnaît l'artisan. You can tell an artist by his handiwork.”
A Conflicted Feminist Revenge Fantasy for the #MeToo Era
Dietland Has Teeth. So Why Is it Afraid to Use Them?
“I Spent the First 19 Years of my Life Defending my Virginity!”
Men, Sex, and What it Means to Be a Woman: Conversations with My Mother
20 Notoriously Underrated Writers You Should Be Reading
Yes, Even Nobel Prize-Winners Can Be Chronically Underappreciated
Literary Classics Retold As Two-Panel Comics
Turns Out You Can Summarize Proust's In Search of Lost Time with Two Pictures
“Alfalfa”
Terese Svoboda
“The year I lick so much LSD off stamps I have to use Elmer’s glue to back the twenty-center for a postcard cash request to my mother, that I am alive note at the end of term, is the year of all the 'wine' parties.”
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