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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“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. ”
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"I can’t disguise the fact that I enjoy making these pictures"
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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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