Beowulf
Translated by Stephen Mitchell
“Then up from the moor, in a veil of mist, Grendel came slouching. He bore God’s wrath.”
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The Potent Symbolism of Brollies, from Mary Poppins to Harry Potter
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Alan Bennett: The Time I Saw T.S. Eliot on a Train Platform
The Legendary Playwright on His Brush with the Great Poet
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On the Trial of Anne Royall, Godmother to the Muckrakers
“Some Products of the Imagination”
Barry Gifford
“Roy did not realize he was lost until a woman hanging wash on a line in her backyard asked him what he was doing there. ”
9 Animals (And Unseen Gods) as Drawn by Dave Eggers
"I can’t disguise the fact that I enjoy making these pictures"
Martinis=Mean. Wine=Wise. A New Yorker Critic’s Guide to Conversation
Anne Fadiman on Her Wine-Loving Father, Clifton
Eduardo Galeano: Why I Became a Writer
The Late, Great Uruguayan Speaks of the Sea to Those Who Will Never See It
Meet National Book Award Finalist Jesmyn Ward
The author of Sing, Unburied, Sing on Prince, Faulkner, and writing exercises
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