Articles by Claire Cameron
February 20, 2017
I am an avalanche of electric signals fired by billions of neurons that stimulate glands to secrete hormones and make my muscles contract in such a way that chocolate finds its way to my mouth.
February 17, 2017
Whenever I finish a book, I put it down and the world seems to explode with new meanings. On some level, literature assumes that every reader is a child.
December 11, 2016
These are poems I wish for my younger self to read. The arc, told over four parts — the hurting, the loving, the breaking, the healing — is different to the world I knew, especially the healing part. It is not a story about fitting into someone else’s world, but about how to imagine your own.
October 11, 2016
If a story of a woman going west to find herself doesn’t sound original, it’s Dermansky’s delivery that makes this short novel perfectly delectable.
June 24, 2016
The plot should involve hardship, anxiety, and a certain level of suffering; these hold my occasional bouts of existential dread at bay.
May 2, 2016
I knew from the start that Eleven Hours would be short, because of the time frame and because there were only so many uterine contractions I could describe without losing my shit.
April 11, 2016
Only a fool would think these covers came from different countries. They were clearly designed in alternate dimensions.
February 1, 2016
When I ran out of money, I moved to my Mom’s in Maine, Charles D’Ambrosio-style, writing in her basement every morning starting at 5 a.m., taking a break for Buffy the Vampire Slayer reruns at 11 a.m. and making an early lunch before working more. It was like the weirdest saddest colony stay, about three months.
December 13, 2015
Yanagihara’s novel has fueled conversations across four social networks, five countries, and countless years of friendship. That’s more than enough to count as my book of the year.