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From the Latest Issue of The Sewanee Review
“Invisible Yet Enduring Lilacs”
Gerald Murnane
“I first read part of the novel À la recherche du temps perdu, translated into English by C. K. Scott Moncrieff, in January 1961, when I was aged a few weeks less than twenty-two years. What I read at that time was a single paperback volume with the title Swann’s Way.”
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How to Spend a Literary Long Weekend in Richmond, Virginia
Home to Art Students, Southern Debutantes, and Edgar Allan Poe
How a Beloved Children’s Book Was Born of Despair
When Saint-Exupéry and The Little Prince Moved to New York City
Ursula K. Le Guin: Dictators are Always Afraid of Poets
On Nature Writing, Technology, and Poetic Form
Blue Self-Portrait
Noémi Lefebvre, Trans. by Sophie Lewis
“The pianist’s entrance is always a big moment, I had expected this moment to be a big one and I wasn’t disappointed.”
The Emissary
Yoko Tawada, Translated by Margaret Mitsutani
“Still in his blue silk pajamas, Mumei sat with his bottom flat on the tatami. Perhaps it was his head, much too large for his slender long neck, that made him look like a baby bird. Hairs fine as silk threads stuck to his scalp, damp with sweat. His eyes nearly shut, he moved his head as if searching the air, trying to catch on his tympanic membrane the scraping of footsteps on gravel.”
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