April 7 – 11, 2025
- Emily Polk considers bees and grief
- Art Spiegelman remembers Jules Feiffer
- On the reception of non-Western literature in the Western world
- Close
to the Lithub Daily
Thank you for subscribing! Support Lit Hub.
“The main thing about the mountains was their height. They were so high that they really did seem to join on to the sky; if you looked at them you had to tip your head back and back until your neck ached; then you were obliged to lie down so that your eyes might go travelling up to the final snow-crowned summits which were like needles among the clouds.”
“When I find the street I’m looking for, I drive past a bunch of well-tended, modest houses. Each yard is ringed with a low-picket fence and inside the fences either there’s an oak tree or a maple or else there’s a concrete bird bath where a tree ought to be.”