Essays Archives - Page 10 of 99 - The Millions
June 22, 2016
by Paul Morton
I spent many boring hours in gay clubs, but I liked them because they were unsafe. You don’t learn anything in safe spaces.
June 21, 2016
by Joseph Holt
25 years after its release, ‘Subtraction’ stands out as a high-wire act of the novel form — taut in expression yet rich with humanity, expertly crafted and unfairly neglected.
June 17, 2016
New husbands and dads, formerly the street-fighting men of my 20s, stood on patios with plastic monitors clipped to their belts, refusing to answer my questions with anything but swallows of beer.
June 17, 2016
For years, decades, I did not dream of my father. I thought of him. I resented him occasionally for my imperfect childhood. Never was he in my dreams. Sometimes I wondered why that was. Everyone dreams of the dead, sooner or later.
June 16, 2016
Who could resist the irony? Donald Trump, the poster boy for capitalist braggadocio, has two of William Blake’s “Proverbs of Hell” framed on the wall of the library in his Trump International Hotel & Tower.
June 15, 2016
How can you take me there if the word “loins” is used even once? How can you take me there if you won’t admit that there are smells? And pubic hairs that must occasionally be plucked from the tip of your tongue or hocked up discreetly in the shower sometime later.
June 14, 2016
In some ways, yearbook camp felt like an extended Tony Robbins seminar. Each morning we met in the auditorium, where one of the staff led us in a group chant to get us fired-up for the day. I am from New Jersey, and only get fired-up for pizza and pork roll sandwiches.
June 13, 2016
Maylis de Kerangal is threatening a segment of the French literary establishment — and questioning what it means to be a fiction writer in France.
June 9, 2016
Like many men who pride themselves on their toughness and self-reliance, Hemingway was almost comically insecure and prone to betray anyone who had the effrontery to do him a favor.
June 8, 2016
by Katie Chase
As it happened, the doctor had her own creative pursuits on the side: a short story collection that she was paying to have printed by what was known, in literary circles and beyond, as a vanity press.