The Case of Lisandra P.
Hélène Grémillon
"Lisandra came into the room, her eyes red, puffy with tears. She walked unsteadily, and all she said was, 'He doesn’t love me anymore.' She said it over and over, relentlessly, as if her brain had stopped working, as if her mouth could not utter anything else—'He doesn’t love me anymore.'"
Lit Scene: A Night Out With Irish Women Writers
Nollaig na mBan ("Women's Christmas") Finds a New Tradition in Dublin
“Dead Doormen”
Helen Ellis
“Being a wife is a commitment. I get up before my husband. I pour coffee from the coffee maker and pull sliced melon from the fridge. I place the melon on family china. I place the plate on an antique tray. I serve my husband breakfast in bed.”
How to Write a Book With an Anonymous Private Military Contractor
Ralph Pezzullo on Telling the Stories of America's Secret Soldiers
Where is Wisława Szymborska’s Teeming Crowd?
Remembering the Great Poet 20 Years After Her Nobel Prize
“Hall of Small Mammals”
Thomas Pierce
"The zoo, finally, was going to let the public see its baby Pippin Monkeys. 'I bet we won’t be able to get very close,' Val said. Like always, he had on his blue backpack, the one that contained what I understood to be his novel‑in‑progress, plus his supply of granola bars, arrowroot cookies, popcorn, and insulin injections."
What the Librarians Loved: Previewing the 2016 Carnegie Medals
The American Library Association Honors the Year's Best
The Expatriates
Janice Y. K. Lee
“The new expatriates arrive practically on the hour, every day of the week. They get off Cathay Pacific flights from New York, BA from London, Garuda from Jakarta, ANA from Tokyo, carrying briefcases, carrying Louis Vuitton handbags, carrying babies and bottles, carrying exhaustion and excitement and frustration.”
How I Gave Up On the Great American Novel and Got a Book Deal
On Saying Goodbye to Your Literary Heroes
Page 1793 of 1855
