The condition of most of our lives is that of continuous flight, in some manner or form—flight from faulty logic, from place of birth to the place we alight, from situations that no longer serve us, from political precarity—flight, as in rupture.
The Zambian novelist on using tropes to upend them, the power of mistakes, writing female desire, and more.
The memoirist on her relationship with motherhood, immigration, and psychogeography.
A car wrote a book worth reading.
A novella of warranted paranoia.
A two-sided novel and a psychological road narrative, both books explore contemporary culture by channeling iconic literary traditions.
The writer on the space between poetry and prose, how fighting is like dancing, and the resonant symbolism of the idiophone.
The novelist’s latest imagines an apocalypse that feels all too likely.
Essays that investigate the poetics of “no.”
A collaboration between B. Ingrid Olson and Kate Zambreno.
The collaborators on riots, punk, Richter, and the new book Now that the audience is assembled.
Autofiction that explores the borderland between memoir and vision quest.
February 1 marked the centenary of Muriel Spark’s birth, and we’re celebrating with a selection of the British master’s aphorisms, notes, and observations.
Years ago, desperate to find a babysitter in a short period of time, I joined two local parents’ groups on the web and remained subscribed to them long after my situation had been resolved.
You are on a sidewalk packed and fierce and fueled by desire greed ambition come on come on miracle.
Featuring selections by Justin Taylor, Shelly Oria, Mary Walling Blackburn, Kevin Killian, Barry Schwabsky, John Freeman, and more.
The imagined city from Gladman’s Ravicka series is as elusive as human self-hood.
Writing personal and generational trauma.
I say something about the time and he replies, “I cannot sleep in this lifeless room, I can’t, I can’t. I won’t. You can’t make me.”
“When we really like a book, it’s often because its rhythm is similar to our own—to our heartbeat, our breathing, the way we walk. I think that’s what draws us to certain writers and not to others even though we know they are great.”