Articles by Sonya Chung
March 10, 2017
I don’t know how we get off this road of whiteness and onto some other. I do know that it’s real and we can’t afford abstractions when we discuss it and think about it and fight it.
January 9, 2017
We did not have many books in the house, and I was not read to as a child.
December 3, 2016
The central question Paisner asks is, What happens when you are carried into a nether realm of anything-goes, and your loved ones are not willing to come along with you?
August 17, 2016
“There is a vibrant, different literary world outside New York — and some incredible work being done — and I think the presumption that the best of literature is in New York or that New York is the center of literary life is in fact damaging.”
July 20, 2016
For Gordimer, a political writer was one who ruthlessly rendered social breakdown, but who also crafted characters that embodied the possibility of political upheaval and societal renewal; indeed the writer of the truly political novel must himself be driven by this possibility.
April 28, 2016
The murky area between genres has always been the place where I feel most at home.
February 3, 2016
You feel, as you read, that you are being swept away by this delicious plot and voice, and that the novel wants to be read slowly — is actually smarter and deeper and more intricately constructed than can be appreciated at its decidedly propulsive pace.
August 13, 2015
I am surprised to find myself rooting for — eagerly awaiting — something that many would consider highly improbable: a retraction and an apology by New York Times conservative columnist David Brooks for his July 17 opinion piece, “Listening to Ta-Nehisi Coates While White.”
June 24, 2015
That not all good or great art is recognized is easy to forget. We can too readily entrust tastemakers of the day — the Academie of 1874 France, A-list publishing houses and magazines, even the Twitter kings and queens — to point us to ideas, works, and forms that are worthwhile.
May 28, 2015
We know that we became absorbed, that we experienced great pleasure in watching, and that we couldn’t wait for each new season to begin. We know, or feel at least, that we have participated in something significant, a cultural moment. But what I want to know now, or try to know, is this: Is it art?