Fates and Furies
Lauren Groff
“He listened to his wife’s breath even into snores and wondered how he had arrived here. Drunk, lonely, stewing in his failure. Triumph had been assured. Somehow, he’d frittered his potential away. A sin. Thirty and still a nothing.”
“Nirvana”
Adam Johnson
“It’s late, and I can’t sleep. I raise a window for some spring Palo Alto air, but it doesn’t help. In bed, eyes open, I hear whispers, which makes me think of the president, because we often talk in whispers. I know the whispering sound is really just my wife, Charlotte, who listens to Nirvana on her headphones all night and tends to sleep-mumble the lyrics.”
Kevin Barry: Portrait of the Young Artist in a Poncho
Will Chancellor in Conversation with the Fun-Loving Author of Beatlebone
The 99 Best Covers of the Year (of P.G. Wodehouse)
A Very Important Year-End List That is Both Charming and Weird
Writers at Work: The Year in Collected Essays
On 12 Books (and 4,554 Pages) by Journalists, Critics, Columnists, and Contributors
2 A.M. at the Cat’s Pajamas
Marie-Helene Bertino
“It is dark, dark 7am on Christmas Eve Eve. Silent flurries fall in the city. Actors walking home from a cast party on Broad Street try to catch them on their tongues. The ingénue, landing one on her hot cheek, dissolves into a fit of laughter. In Fishtown a nightmare trebles through the nose and paws of a dog snoozing under construction flats.”
All the Life in the World on One Street In Paris
Elaine Sciolino and Lauren Elkin in Conversation About Their Adopted City
Notes From a Bookseller Under Pressure
On the Holiday Season and Whatever the Hell We Mean By "Sidelines"
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