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ELEANOR PERÉNYI
"Little by little the outside world began to creep in to our daily lives. We couldn't help reading the papers, and Zsiga began to spend more and more of his evenings crouched over the radio."
30 Books in 30 Days: Carmela Ciuraru on Colm Tóibín’s On Elizabeth Bishop
COUNTING DOWN THE NATIONAL BOOK CRITICS CIRCLE AWARDS FINALISTS
Jhumpa Lahiri: On Language and the Longing for Home
Part Two of Lahiri's Conversation with Paul Holdengraber
Charles Simic on One of the Great Holocaust Novels of Yugoslavia
Aleksandar Tišma: “All my novels are autobiographical.”
Shylock Is My Name
Howard Jacobson
"There lived once in a big old house equidistant from Mottram St. Andrew, Alderley Edge and Wilmslow—at the very heart of what is still known to estate agents as the Golden Triangle—a dope-smoking media don who disapproved of dope and media, heir to a pharmaceutical fortune who favoured the redistribution of all wealth but his own, a utopist who mistrusted the principle of social amelioration, a lover of Gregorian chant who fantasised about being a rock legend, a whimsical conservationist who bought his sons fast cars with which they tore up the very country roads he wanted conserving."
What Bill Cosby Taught Me About Sexual Violence and Flying
Kiese Laymon on Justice, Honesty, and American Violence
30 Books in 30 Days: David Biespiel on Frank Stanford: “Poetry Busts Guts”
Counting Down the National Book Critics Circle Awards Finalists
Five Books Making News This Week: Soldiers, Mathematicians, and Pornographers
Andrea Molesini, Ethan Canin, Chris Offutt, and More
“Seriously, This Is Insane.” And Other Debate Reactions.
Translating the GOP and Democratic Debates into Plain English
30 Books in 30 Days: Mark Athitakis on Ottessa Moshfegh’s Eileen
Counting Down the National Book Critics Circle Awards Finalists
Was Antonin Scalia the Most Literary Supreme Court Justice?
The Intersection of Law and Literature on the Supreme Court, By the Numbers
And After Many Days
Jowhor Ile
"Paul turned away from the window and said he needed to go out at once to the next compound to see his friend. It was a Monday afternoon in the rainy season of 1995. Outside, the morning shower had stopped and the sun was gathering strength, but water still clung to the grass on the lawn."
Han Kang on Violence, Beauty, and the (Im)possibility of Innocence
Bethanne Patrick in conversation with the author of The Vegetarian
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