Humor
In this short story, an artist father and his son, an art critic, have a dramatic and telling confrontation at a gallery opening.
In this short story, an artist father and his son, an art critic, have a dramatic and telling confrontation at a gallery opening.
In Evans’s first interview before the release of her new and unintentionally prescient collection, The Office of Historical Corrections, she discusses humor, power, and replicas of the Titanic.
If When Harry Met Sally was a lesbian rom-com novel, this would be it.
On writing a polyphonic novel, the female perspective, parenthood, and the near future.
On writing a novel in screenplay format, the possibilities of humor, and the plurality of Asian American identity.
Once there was a man who was tired of breathing. It’s just such a drag, he said. So he decided to stop, but found that he couldn’t—the air just kept going in and out.
The cartoonist on her new book of comics, embracing intensity, and returning to her artistic origins.
The two artists discuss pleasure and participatory viewership in their work, and how each is linked to opposing qualities of discomfort and alienation.
The New York-based painter and video artist on the tragicomic nature of wannabes and scenesters.
The poet on the virtues of improv, the cost of solitude, and having deep conversations with other texts.
Asking the question, “Why are we like this?”
The use and abuse of art in an imperfect world.
“I love titles that sound good in the mouth.”
The writer discusses growing up in the Borscht Belt, the prevalence of literary humor, and the power of feminist punch lines.
You are magnetic in the old way. / For Duchamp, the neutrality of objects / You stand in a room of your own design. / becomes a sort of anti-aesthetic
The Restless Souls novelist on reading his reviews, working as a medical equipment tester, and writing responsibly about war and trauma.
The comic turmoil of the mundane, with musical accompaniment.
Filled with hairspray and dog-smoke / and cigarette meat / at the meeting in the big town-hall / of the small provincial town of / sleep
The novelists on Vietnam, Norman Mailer, and the dragon’s perspective.
The canoe is covered in canvas, and something is trapped in the weave, deep under the shellac. A knot perhaps, or stitch.
