The sight of a handsome girl in too tight cut-offs sent the reels in Travis’s slot machine brain scrambling.
He was set to leave that evening on a packet boat that had arrived the night before from Cartagena via Port of Spain. Officially, he’d only been recalled, but a secret letter brought him wind of circulated gossip—they were going to defrock him in New York.
A decade ago, with the 500th anniversary of Columbus’s voyage to the New World, a lively academic debate centered on whether the date should be celebrated, or, for all that the New World’s native inhabitants had suffered, remembered in mourning.
The artist as romantic outsider has been a staple of the popular imagination for much of the 20th-century. Debora Silverman’s new book, Van Gogh and Gauguin: The Search for Sacred Art puts into context these well known 19th-century artists, while restoring a sense of dignity to their individual pursuits.
Rilla Askew’s first novel, The Mercy Seat, stems from her family’s stories of the migration west to Oklahoma. This novel tracks the legacy of that journey: the violence, the clash of native and European cultures and the pioneers.
Good old-time religion and edgy, contemporary art make for odd bedfellows, but this unholy alliance thrives in the art and life of Reverend Ethan Acres.
What took three nights to write and five years to prepare for, Li-Young Lee’s memoir The Winged Seed: A Remembrance takes poetic thought and language to a whole new level.
Singer/songwriter Victoria Williams not only crafts heart-stopping melodies, but can carry a story like a master tale-teller. Here, she talks about her Southern sensibilities, her affinity for dogs, and the divine inspiration behind her music.
Poem for His Divine Grace, Swami Prabhupada, Founder of the International Society for Krishna Consciousness.
Bleak balladeer Nick Cave discusses his foray into fiction writing with Lindzee Smith.
This is how it happened
Jesus Christ had to die
Young Christ Jesus, oil on linen, by Mssrs. McDermott and McGough.
Look, they say, I post myself beside the statue of Zeus or Apollo or whichever god and blaspheme and strike, and in no way does he take revenge on me!