Metamorphica
Zachary Mason
"Ovid walks at twilight through dry rolling hills. A woman is before him, trailing her hands through the tall grasses which smoke wherever her languid touch falls, blackening and writhing and turning to ash. "
Wuthering Heights is a Virgin’s Story, and Other Opinions of Brontë’s Classic
200 Years of Writers Weighing in on Wuthering Heights
The Legendary Iranian Poet Who Gives Me Hope
Jasmin Darznik on Forugh Farrokhzad: "The country's most notorious woman."
The Story of a Life in a Single Photograph
Panashe Chigumadzi on the Woman Who Would Become Her Grandmother
Maeve Higgins Will Make You Laugh (and Cry) About Immigration
In Conversation with Will Schwalbe on But That's Another Story
Sigrid Rausing: Write When You Can, and Don’t Worry About an Audience
The Author of Mayhem on Anne Carson, Jane Austen,
and Estonian Farm Collectives
“Book Review”
Valerie Trueblood
"Once I had a lover. None of us said boyfriend or girlfriend the way they do now, like children. We claimed our youth as a final stage, beyond it a void."
Inappropriation
Lexi Freiman
"Set in a verdant pouf of hillside, Leger shines pavlova white against the dirty, eucalyptus green."
David Chariandy: ‘Black Canadians Do Not Come From Space.’
On Drake, Austin Clarke, and an Unsung Outpost of the Caribbean Diaspora
Is It Really Possible To Map Faulkner’s Yoknapatawpha County?
On Shifting Rivers, Roving Farmsteads, and Place in Fiction
The Nun Who Wrote Letters to the Greatest Poets of Her Generation
From Wallace Stevens to Seamus Heaney, on the Correspondence
of Sister Mary Bernetta Quinn
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