Justine
Iben Mondrup
“The Factory is still deserted. I’m a small body in a large building. My hands are unwrapped now. I thought it was worse. These are just beer-filled blisters.”
The Spectacle of Billy Lynn’s Long Halftime Walk on the Big Screen
Veteran Drew Pham on How Ang Lee's Adaptation Gets it Wrong
In Search of the Real Woman Who Lived on the Island of the Blue Dolphins
Following in the Footsteps of the Legendary 'Lone Woman' of San Nicolas
Harry Potter is Actually a Great Narrative Frame for Good and Evil
Stop Policing the Literary Reference Points of Others
Marina Budhos on Muslim Stereotypes, Surveillance, and Trump’s America
Aviva Stahl interviews the Novelist about Her New Book, Watched
The Attraction of Things
Roger Lewinter, trans. by Rachel Careau
“It had been a year now since, in breaking things off, I had declined the choice made for me by my mother before her death; as she had been doing every two months, however, Michèle had called, and we were supposed to see each other that Wednesday, December 17.”
Why Americans Need to Pay for Real Journalism
An Accidental Parable from Paulette Jiles's News of the World
Revealing the Possibly Fictional Rituals of the Masonic Publication Day Ceremony
Jen George, Reporting from the Wrong Floor
Is New York City Prepared for the Coming Hurricane?
David Oshinsky Considers the State of Disaster Preparedness in the Big Apple
Rebecca Solnit: How to Survive a Disaster
On Building a Paradise in Hell: Improvised, Collaborative, Cooperative, Local
Five Books Making News This Week: Awards and Aftershocks
Madeleine Thien, Rebecca Solnit, Megyn Kelly, and More
On Writing Darkness and Violence in the Lives of Teenagers
Robin Wasserman and Nicholas Mainieri Talk Craft in Their Recent Novels
Cohen Dies, Trump Wins, and We Will Sing About These Dark Times
Summer Brennan Discovers Solidarity Amid Despair
Consider Your Neighbors (All Over the Country)
Jami Attenberg on Finding Empathy Across the Backyard Fence
Robin Coste Lewis: “Black Joy is My Primary Aesthetic”
2015's National Book Award Winner for Poetry, One Year Later
Fish in Exile
Vi Khi Nao
“When my eyes crack open at the sign of the first matutinal light, catholic is standing above me in high heels, wearing navy slacks and a red blouse.”
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