It Is Highly Unlikely That Any of This Exists: On the Origins of the Universe
Oren Harman Looks for Dark Matter and the Big Bang
New York City, the Perfect Setting for a Fictional Cold War Strike
On Collier's 1950 Cover Story, “Hiroshima, USA: Can Anything Be Done About It?”
Joseph O’Neill Finds the Act of Writing… Nauseating?
When a Writer's Default Setting is "Not to Write"
Who is Vera Kelly?
Rosalie Knecht
“On a Tuesday I came home from school to an empty house, watched the evening news, and then took two Equanil caplets lifted from my mother. Nothing happened, so after an hour I took three more, and then maybe more after that, I can’t remember.”
5 Writers, 7 Questions, No Wrong Answers
Tommy Orange, Aja Gabel and More Take the Lit Hub Author Questionnaire
The Best Writing in Memoriam of Anthony Bourdain
What to Read to Celebrate the Great Writer, Explorer and Eater
Living With Gabriel García Márquez’s Ghost
When You Discover Gabo Once Inhabited Your Barcelona Apartment
On the Voyeuristic Pleasures of House-Hunting
Lydia Millet: Fiction is a Tour Through the Interiors of Others
“Whatever Guantanamo is Like, It Can’t Be Worse Than This”
Lakhdar Boumediene on Being Arrested in Bosnia and Sent to the American Military Prison
“Much Heat, Little Light”
Machado de Assis, Trans. by Margaret Jull Costa and Robin Patterson
“At the time, Luís Tinoco was twenty-one. He was of medium height, bright-eyed, tousle-haired, inexhaustibly loquacious, impetuous, and passionate.”
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