By Jonah Hall
Absorbing Kim Adrian’s The Twenty-Seventh Letter of the Alphabet.
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By Jonah Hall
Absorbing Kim Adrian’s The Twenty-Seventh Letter of the Alphabet.
By Timothy Day
The outer and inner horrors of Brian Evenson’s stories.
By Joshua James Amberson
Post-punk poet Lydia Tomkiw’s collected poems.
By Joshua James Amberson
Catherine Lacey’s “Pew” listens to the American South.
By Matthew Hein
Trying to Get Back into Reading Books? Secret tips and how-to hints from an expert.
By Wendy Bourgeois
On an edition primarily interested in the more spiritual, less embodied aspects of Whitman.
By Alan Limnis
Bernard DeVoto won the Pulitzer Prize and the National Book Award, but more importantly, he knew how to write about liquor.
By Rachel Greben
Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow is built as a fairy tale: the daughter, Sofia Scicolone, journeys far from home to achieve her calling as Sophia Loren, but the road home is treacherous.
By Lisa Sibbett
Among all the woodenly significant short stories I was asked to read in junior high and high school, a few stand out as authentically awesome, non-wooden exceptions: a Donald Justice poem here, an excerpt from Slaughterhouse-Five there, and Ray Bradbury’s “All Summer in a Day,” which, oh my God.
By Emily Burns Morgan
Gay and black and writing in the 1950s, Baldwin had plenty to be angry about. One could hardly blame him for sliding into moralizing. But, in the fiction, he does not.
By Catherine Johnson
In The Collected Schizophrenias, Esmé Weijun Wang challenges readers not only to participate in recreating how our culture treats and understands mental illness, but to explore some of our most basic assumptions about identity and suffering.
By Rachel Greben
Science fiction at its best presents a heightened state of human possibility and peril, and reading it as a child provided architecture for my soul, along with a promise that growing up would be harrowing and fraught with danger.
By Lucas Bernhardt
When Paul Linebarger wasn’t busy practicing psychological warfare, he wrote fiction under the name Cordwainer Smith—much of it set in a far, far future he may or may not have believed he’d visited.
By Matthew Hein
Bud Harrelson’s Mets kept showing up.
By Pete Tothero
Circles don’t have sides, and Michael Lind’s review of Jill Lepore’s This America is beyond the pale.
By Jennifer Ruth
The four interviews collected here have appeared before, but read together they deliver a strong impression of the who of Arendt. We know the what already. At least we think we do.
By Dan DeWeese
Among all of the cable television arguments, newspaper columns, social media memes, and political soundbites that attempt to supply explanations for how American culture has arrived at the place it is, We Were Eight Years in Power is what future readers will most likely look back on as the best entry in the new genre of How We Got Here.
By Matthew Hein
Those who harbor guilt over incomplete assignments from their formal educations—Frankenstein, Our Mutual Friend, Dante’s Paradiso—hardly need new assignments. But Mustich’s book, pleasingly designed by Janet Vicario, offers something special: pretty pictures. They’re well-chosen: sexy author portraits, cool first-edition covers, and pages of hand-corrected drafts.
By Catherine Johnson
Inheritance is less about what we inherit genetically and more about how stories of family lineage not only shape notions of identity and what it means to know oneself, but the stability of that identity and knowledge.
By Catherine Johnson
“The stories we tell about our own lives, to others but especially to ourselves, we tell in order to make our lives livable,” writes Maria Popova in her new book, Figuring. At its core this book is precisely that: a beautifully woven collage of stories about how we tell stories. How we construct the narratives of individuals and humanity at large in order to make our relative millisecond of existence worthwhile.