February 23, 2015
For writers, the last sentences aren’t about reader responsibility at all — it’s a once-in-a-lifetime chance to stop worrying about what comes next, because nothing does. No more keeping the reader interested, no more wariness over giving the game away. This is the best time for a writer to get real, to depict reality as they see it, without compromises, without fear.
February 18, 2015
You want to know how weird and deep my rabbit hole goes? I’ve developed what I’ll call an eccentricity about chapters.
February 17, 2015
Lent is the most literary season of the liturgical year. The Lenten narrative is marked by violence, suffering, anticipation, and finally, joy. Here is a literary reader for Lent: 40 stories, poems, essays, and books for the 40 days of this season.
February 10, 2015
by John Yargo
I ask myself, in what Kyoto bar might a fellow literary pilgrim relate to me the praiseworthy sexual longevity of one of Japan’s great dilettante artists?
February 5, 2015
Like the ocean closing over Manhattan or countrywide droughts, a world where chocolate is entirely rare — or entirely mediocre — is a dystopia the likes of which we can scarcely conceive.
February 3, 2015
by Steve Himmer
It’s frustrating sometimes, for many of us, to be reminded of the stories that matter apart from our own and that we might be complicit in pushing them out to the margins.
February 2, 2015
The transaction is fraught with expectation and fear, hope and anxiety. If it goes badly, the simple offer of pages to read can shake relationships, unsettle marriages, and open wide rifts between partners, lovers, friends.
January 27, 2015
On a moment-to-moment basis the terms of the continued existence of any individual are far more fragile than we dare to feel.
January 26, 2015
Wikileaks and the news media were interested in these emails for their geopolitical implications, but they also represent a veritable cornucopia of narrative pleasures, all the more delectable because they are strange and secret and real.
January 22, 2015
by Wayne Scott
The habitual aspect may be the antidote to anxiety. But patterns finish. The rhythm ends in grief. The grooves betray.