Articles by Lydia Millet
May 13, 2016
You may have just pulled a long-haul all-nighter from Sheboygan, but here you are, speaking Startalian and, through your casual mastery of the lingo, acquiring a fine-tasting drug, in a vaguely opium-den setting, that’s also perfectly legal.
December 16, 2014
I haven’t been so bowled over by a poet’s sense of humor since…well, possibly ever.
November 20, 2014
Singer. Newly rich individual. Reality TV person. Naked blogger. Politician sexting victim. Politician. Tech mogul. Koch-brother style of oligarch. It is imperative, before you sit down to write, that none of these alternatives are available to you in either the short or medium term.
December 19, 2012
What it did was persuade me that I could read well without reading perfectly, that part of reading should always be failing to understand.
December 3, 2007
Lydia Millet’s sixth novel, How the Dead Dream, is coming out in January from Counterpoint; a previous book, My Happy Life, won the PEN-USA Award for Fiction in 2003. She lives in the desert outside Tucson, Arizona. I fell in love with a woman this year. It was a first for me and a novel […]