Memorializing Greatness in Sport is as Complex as Imagining
The Legend of Jesse Smoke
Robert Bausch
“The first time I saw Jesse Smoke throw a football I knew she was going to be a miracle. I never saw anything like it, and I’d been in the game, professionally, more than thirty years; I saw John Elway, Dan Marino, Peyton Manning, Tom Brady. Hell, I remember films of Johnny Unitas and Sonny Jurgensen. I’d been a scout, an assistant, and even for a very short time, head coach.”
Jacqueline Woodson on Brooklyn and the Brilliance of Black Girls
The Author of Brown Girl Dreaming in Conversation with Bethanne Patrick
How to Write Coincidence the Right Way
From E.M. Forster to Flannery O'Connor, how writers manipulate all of us
How a Self-Published Writer of Gay Erotica Beat Sci-Fi’s Sad Puppies at their Own Game
And What it Taught Me About Pushing through Writer's Block
The Glorious Heresies
Lisa McInerney
"He left the boy outside its own front door. Farewell to it, and good luck to it."
Who Am I: Writer or Bookseller?
Here’s a book Ben wrote. He works here. If you don’t buy it, he might cry.
Men of Power and Their Obsession with Winston Churchill
Visiting the World's Foremost (and Only) Bookstore Devoted to Churchill
There is No Secret to Writing About People Who Do Not Look Like You
Brandon Taylor on the Importance of Empathy As Craft
Announcing the Winners of PEN Center USA’s 2016 Literary Awards
Celebrating the Work of Sandra Cisneros, Jill Leovy, and Others
Don’t I Know You?
Marni Jackson
“If it snows overnight, the silence in the early morning has a different quality, as if a duvet has fallen over the city. I lay there wondering how deep it was. Then I heard the scrape of a shovel, like winter clearing its throat. Our neighbor Barry was already out there, even before the snow had stopped or the plows came through. Sometimes it’s a lovely sound, shoveling. Sometimes not.”
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