“The Clancy Kid”
Colin Barrett
“My town is nowhere you have been, but you know its ilk. A roundabout off a national road, an industrial estate, a five-screen Cineplex, a century of pubs packed inside the square mile of the town’s limits. The Atlantic is near; the gnarled jawbone of the coastline with its gull-infested promontories is near.”
Actually, Emma is the Best Jane Austen Novel
On the 200th Anniversary of a Classic, An Argument for Its Greatness
The 50 Biggest Literary Stories of the Year: 50 to 36
Counting Down the Year That Was, One Story at a Time
An Ode to Cold and Snow: Scenes from Winter’s Tale
Incantations of Ice from Mark Helprin's Odd Epic of the North
The Argonauts
Maggie Nelson
“Every other weekend of my pregnant fall—my so-called golden trimester—I traveled alone around the country on behalf of my book The Art of Cruelty. Quickly I realized that I would need to trade in my prideful self-sufficiency for a willingness to ask for help—in lifting my bags in and out of overhead compartments, up and down subway steps, and so on. I received this help, which I recognized as great kindness. On more than one occasion, a service member in the airport literally saluted me as I shuffled past.”
The First-Ever Photographs of Animals at Night
In Honor of the Longest Night of the Year, Pioneering Work by George Shiras
Five Books Making News This Week: Winos, Art Critics, and Belated Praise
Frances Dinkelspiel, Julian Barnes, Lucia Berlin, and More
A Little Life
Hanya Yanagihara
“The eleventh apartment had only one closet, but it did have a sliding glass door that opened onto a small balcony, from which he could see a man sitting across the way, outdoors in only a T-shirt and shorts even though it was October, smoking. Willem held up a hand in greeting to him, but the man didn’t wave back.”
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