Essays Archives - Page 82 of 95 - The Millions

September 30, 2009

Seeing Red at the Frankfurt Book Fair 2

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Standing in the US, where NEA studies claim that just over half of the population has pretty much stopped reading entirely, the Chinese government’s concern over the printed word seems slightly anachronistic.

September 18, 2009

The Beautiful Gifts That Students Bear 0

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The spontaneity of it, each bringing a piece of him/herself, like revealing a little secret love affair, made for a kind of grooving jazz ensemble.

September 17, 2009

A Bolaño Syllabus 16

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To help acclimate newcomers to this odd and essential author; to continue mapping the Bolañoverse, as Malcolm Cowley mapped Yoknapatawpha; and to impose some order on the flood of Bolaño releases, The Millions offers a syllabus.

September 14, 2009

Fated Love: The Work of Valerian Pidmohylny 0

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Decades after their creation, Pidmohylny’s characters remain poignant.

September 10, 2009

Required Reading: The Medicine of Poetry 5

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They think I have stopped mid-thought, suddenly discovering that I am in the wrong place, writing the wrong thing to the wrong students.

September 8, 2009

Decompensate Your Way To Better Fiction 2

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I’ve been working the last two years on my first novel, which has certain elements of autobiography to it, and in that time I can’t help but notice a certain decline in the indicators of good mental health.

September 5, 2009

Ah! Bright Wings 0

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This new apocalyptic cast suits me, overeducated and apparently unemployable, as it suits California’s less than golden state.

September 4, 2009

Slow Me Up, Slow Me Down 6

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My life is running away from me, and I can’t keep up. I’m starting to wonder if humanity is divided between those who thrive on speed and those who are pummeled by it.

September 1, 2009

On Walking and Reading at the Same Time 20

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Narrative and walking—as Chaucer knew—are a fortuitous match.

August 27, 2009

The Technology Fails Essay 4

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When my technology fails, the lack of it consumes me. When someone else’s technology fails them, I am vaguely sympathetic, but I’m losing my ability to feel anything in response.