Companions
Christina Hesselholdt, Trans. by Paul Russell Garrett
“I had to go to Belgrade to give a couple of lectures, and Charles was unable to travel with me. I am a literary figure, but might have preferred to be an architect. I have a strong sense of space, I am touching my heart at this very moment.”
Susan Orlean: Libraries Preserve the Stories That Make Up a Culture
In Conversation with Paul Holdengraber
When, Exactly, Do Children Start Thinking They Hate Poetry?
Chris Harris on Teaching Kids How to Write Verse
Reading Rilke in Paris’s Jardin des Plantes
Henri Cole on Loneliness, Felix Gonzalez-Torres, and Brokeback Mountain
Three Poems from New-Generation African Poets
Featuring Omotara James, Rasaq Malik, and Alexis Teyie
“Motivated Individuals”
Nick Fuller Googins
“Brett was crashing with me while he was on the lam after sucker-punching a Republican. You probably think harboring a fugitive is exciting, but it’s not half as thrilling as it sounds.”
What If Readers Are Learning the Wrong Lessons From My Writing?
Nafissa Thompson-Spires on Race, Empathy, and the Ethics of Satire
When the Wildfires of Your Novel Come to Life Around You
Julia Dixon Evans on the California Wildfire that Destroyed 282,000 Acres
Seeking the Sublime in Sonic Youth
How Their Iconic Sound Brings Us to the Edge of Our Own Mortality
Garry Winogrand’s Photographs Contain Entire Novels
Geoff Dyer on the Legendary Midcentury Photographer
The Mercy Seat
Elizabeth Winthrop
“When Lane comes out of the gas station store, the dog is waiting for him. It sits in the dusty crossroads, alert and eager, ears pricked and black tongue stiff between its panting jaws.”
Page 1528 of 1853
