A round-up of titles published by independent presses in 2021.
Elisa Shua Dusapin’s debut novel, Winter in Sokcho, transports us to the off-season in a resort town near the North Korean border.
Two decades into a life sentence, KunQuest remains determined to live his best life as a rapper, artist, relentless reader, and, now, a debut novelist with This Life.
The last attempt on the life of Andrew Haswell Green took place on Park Avenue in 1903. News of his murder filled the front page of the New York Times: “‘Father of Greater New York’ Shot in Front of His Home.”
A round-up of titles published by independent presses in 2020.
On interviewing revolutionaries, writing from photographs, and collaborating with translators.
It’s rare for a short story to cause a ruckus, and Shirley Jackson’s “The Lottery” is one of the few exceptions.
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In New York, everything sounds back to Vietnam…
A German play based on a French memoir reflects on the global Left’s abandonment of the working class—and finds additional significance in the Age of Trump.
The playwright discusses his formative years, rejuvenation of historical material, and how race is coded into theatergoing itself.
There is a tone I want, but I don’t know how to get it.
As Kings Wharf remained congested with packets off-loading the first class—and the morning slipping away fast—Papee made arrangements with a fisherman, hailed over to the side of the Rosalind, to row us ashore in his small pirogue.
“We face the book when reading. We do not read out of the corner of our eyes; to read is to turn the body toward the letter.”
Men in pig masks snort moon off a marble table then strap on metallic suits with honeycomb wire wings, oxygen canisters tight on their backs, and fly upward and pull the screen-for-sky across the sky.
He had lain down beside the trench and had a dream so lifelike he could not believe it was his alone.
Ever since I was little I’ve heard my mother tell the story, more than once, that when they presented me at church, barely forty days old, the preacher predicted that I would not be like other boys, that every step I took would be a step toward Jehovah.