The first thing my Godsent said when I came through the door was, “I think I have this damn thing on backwards.”
Reliable uncertainty in Deb Olin Unferth’s Wait Till You See Me Dance
“The perceived aversion to a male-centered illness narrative had to do with antiquated ideas about who should and shouldn’t be vulnerable to a failing body, and what that vulnerability means.”
Two interdisciplinary artists tackle the analogies between artistic, moral, and monetary value.
“She’ll be like an apple tree among all the ash-colored buildings of that granite city.”
The French writer speaks to his translator about his latest autobiographical novel to appear in English. Titled In the Deep, it deals with the link between desire and his early literary output, as well as the effect of his Catholic upbringing and World War II on his imagination.
London-based artist Samantha Sweeting talks about giant dollhouses, her childhood abroad, and the “wild” within all of us.
Claire of the Sea Light and the mysteries the ancestors share.
Luke Wiget on the commanding sounds and biographical narrative in Li-Young Lee’s re-released The Winged Seed
She was fat, short, freckled and with sort of reddish excessively frizzy hair.
My nephew is stimming
I never met a kinder man than the homeless alcoholic who introduced me to the father of my kids. He was my teacher through a period of my life which was both an actual and an allegorical journey.
BOMB is pleased to present an exclusive clip from Mickalene Thomas’s new film Happy Birthday to a Beautiful Woman.
When the children were small, they would often play their grave resurrection games back behind the prickle bushes at the Winterbear Montessori School.
When I was a young girl I passed by his house several times a day.
Kenyan writer Binyavanga Wainaina is inexhaustible, a public intellectual very much engaged with the literary and political worlds. His memoir, One Day I Will Write About This Place, published this July by Graywolf Press, chronicles the multiplicity of his middle-class African childhood: home squared, we call it, your clan, your home, the nation of your origin.