“Liquid Glass”
Percival Everett
“Harold Beaver leaned over the engine and shook his head. “I don’t know about this,” he said. “I just don’t know.” He played with a torque wrench, spinning it around on his fingertips. “What if you’ve got a leak from the cooling system into the oil? I think you might.”
Chinelo Okparanta on Faith, War and Being Gay in Nigeria
Her Debut Novel, Under the Udala Trees, Launches at Housing Works
The Second Republican Debate: A Spinglish-English Translation
in which virtually, amnesty, and talking points take on new meaning
““Steps from the ocean!” “Waterfront views!” That’s how the ad in the local yellow pages described The Starlight Hotel, that late great fleabag that enjoyed its real heyday during the twenties and thirties, before everything went to hell.”
The Blue Guitar
John Banville
“I am going to think about the night I finally fell in love with Polly, finally for the first time, that is. Anything for diversion, even though thoughts of love are what I should be diverting myself from, seeing how hot the soup is that love has got me into.”
Nom de Vie: Literary Social Media in the Age of Ferrante
On Anonymity and the Self-Promotional Author
TFW You Realize Maybe David Markson Invented Twitter
Or: The Accidental Diorama of a Novelist’s Life
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