Essays Archives - Page 10 of 97 - The Millions
May 2, 2016
This supernatural horror as allegory for virulent racism is what has increasingly tarnished H.P. Lovecraft’s legacy, and what makes Victor LaValle’s rebuke so sharp.
April 29, 2016
by Greg Chase
I’ve found a vivid explication of Trumpism’s roots in what might seem an unusual place: William Faulkner’s modernist tour de force The Sound and the Fury.
April 28, 2016
Readers — living, breathing readers who are imperfect and stubborn and yet often rewarding with their time and attention, and hopefully, their monetary support — are the lifeblood of writing.
April 27, 2016
Life Is Short and This Book Is Long: Two Thoroughly Modern Women Continue to Discuss ‘David Copperfield’ 19
by Edan Lepucki
I still have 200 pages to go and I can barely remember what it’s like to truly love a book. I am so behind and the book is starting to feel endless. Every night I tell myself, “Okay, go to bed early. Read for an hour or more.” Then I get in bed, read two pages, and fall asleep at 9 pm or whatever it is.
April 27, 2016
by Matt Seidel
Florence King was at heart a Randian libertarian, seeing identity politics as antithetical to her sacred sense of individualism and thus worthy of scorn.
April 25, 2016
by Rumaan Alam
Art is a conversation between you and someone you’ve probably never met, and that conversation can continue for so long.
April 21, 2016
by Sarah Berry
To live in Haworth during Charlotte Brontë’s time would have made anyone from the 21st century chronically nauseated.
April 19, 2016
Translators live at a slight remove from the tumult of the real world, in worlds with their own variety of tumult; they see life through a prism of literature. Their days are filled with another person’s mind, other people’s worlds.
April 14, 2016
by Alix Hawley
Nothing much happens in these books; people go to the shop, they return to their quiet flats, they eat a little, they make tea, they think. Sometimes they visit the hairdresser or a museum. Sometimes someone dies, and there’s a quiet funeral.
April 7, 2016
What does it mean to be a female artist, or really an artist of any kind? Like Athena emerging from Zeus’s head fully formed, Cavendish and Kahlo emerge from these books as mentor-mothers, born again in imagination and time.