Shelter in Place
Alexander Maksik
“We are at The Owl. Tess out on the floor, Seymour running his door, and me, I’m working my bar. It’s crowded with students, this the night before spring break begins. An Emerson tradition, one last party before the party, before flying off to Mexico or Florida or Texas or wherever else they go each spring. Nights like this I have a bar back. I can’t quite see him now, but I know he’s there, marrying bottles, bringing buckets of ice.”
Finding the Unsayable in Translation
On Javier Marías, Roberto Bolaño, and a Double Dose of Defamiliarization
Titles for the Times: Ten Books On Race, Police, and Black Lives Matter
Angela Davis, John McWhorter, Clarence Lusane, and More
The Radical Bookseller: Saying Yes (and No) to Books I Disagree With
Lucy Kogler on the Creeping Acceptance of Animal Domination
Dear Rick Moody: Why Do Men Spinster-bait?
Rick Moody, Life Coach, on Male Fear of the Symbolic Feminine
On Air Travel: Pat-Downs, Pissing, and Passport Stamps
Three Short Essays from the anthology Airplane Reading
Me and JT LeRoy: On Anonymity and Queer Art
Szilvia Molnar Remembers the Books That Helped Her Escape
Lauren Groff: The Books in My Life
On Which Books Unhealthily Reset Her Brain and Drive Her to Netflix
Sleeping on Jupiter
Anuradha Roy
“The year the war came closer I was six or seven and it did not matter to me. I lived with my brother, father and mother and our hut had two rooms with mats on the floor and a line of wooden pegs from which our clothes hung and in the evening we sat in the yard outside, watching our mother cook on the fire by the grapefruit tree. When the tree flowered I opened my mouth wide to swallow the scent.”
Toward New Versions of a Traditional Family
After Marriage Equality the Next Frontier of LGBTQ Rights...
Etgar Keret On Time Travel, TV, and Writing About His Father
The Author of The Seven Good Years Talks to Paul Holdengraber
On the Origins of the Gospel of Trump
Getting to Know Norman Vincent Peale, "Missionary to American Business"
Between Life and Death
Yoram Kaniuk trans. Barbara Harshav
“After these things—after disease and after death and after pain and after laughter and after betrayal and after old age and after grace and love and after a foolish son the heaviness of his mother and a woman of valor who stayed with me in beauty in the abyss—after all that I woke up into a half sleep and stayed there four months. And it was bad and it was good and it was sad and it was lost and it was a miracle and it was what it was and it wasn’t what it wasn’t and it could have been and I recalled it was night.”
Introducing: Bookselling in the 21st Century
A New Series about the State of the Independent Bookstore
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