Fiction
On writing a novel in screenplay format, the possibilities of humor, and the plurality of Asian American identity.
On writing multiple timelines, teaching with love, and creating an epic in a minimalist way.
During his twelve years in New York City, Bosun, who went by Bo, got into some bad business with an import-export company in Queens. It turned out the company was dealing in stolen goods, and Bo, who drove a truck for them, was eventually caught one winter on the bridge between Manhattan and New Jersey.
“Let him sleep. He’ll be alright if he sleeps.”
The World Doesn’t Require You, with its fabulist interrogations of American history, imagines a Maryland town founded by members of the only successful American slave revolt.
A gritty portrait of city life in the Wild East.
The novelist on writing a hustler par excellence and showcasing the deprivations of the American prison system.
He knows where a man’s heart is on display…
They found my mother’s first cousin frozen in a rented cabin up in New Hampshire, not far from where he’d gone to prep school. A smart kid, Bernard enrolled at Harvard on a math scholarship in the fall of 1973.
“Some of the best nonfiction is now being written as fiction.” Peter Rock on his new novel, The Night Swimmers.
When we were first married, he went out and bought a ball gag.
As we entered Arezzo, the guide pointed out the prostitutes lining the road. The women looked like awkward, flashy birds, teetering in bright spandex and spiked heels, cheap gold jewelry flashing in the summer sun.
Anja skidded down the slope, which was becoming muddy from overuse by feet. It still hadn’t been paved or even scattered with gravel, since Finster didn’t want to admit that the state of the pathway could no longer reasonably be called temporary.
Two of Brazil’s most renowned contemporary writers discuss the creative process, societal disparities, and politics.
Translated by Adam Morris.
The novelist on writing multiple women’s voices, creating a world where men are toxic, and the wide range of female dystopian fiction.
Featuring selections by Tom Comitta, Molly Crabapple, Veronica Scott Esposito, Carlos Fonseca, and more.
Yavush dressed like a girl who didn’t really love herself—in short, strappy dresses that flashed meaty upper thigh, with a clip-on swoop bang and acrylic fingernails that curved into the future, dripping rhinestones, gold hearts, and glitter.