Rediscovering a beguiling masterpiece forty years after its publication.
The Restless Souls novelist on reading his reviews, working as a medical equipment tester, and writing responsibly about war and trauma.
A New York City public defender and author of a self-published bestseller returns with his third novel, Lost Empress. Sources range from quantum physics to the gospel.
When I was young, my mother told me that when she was a fetus in her mother’s womb, her own body already contained the egg that would one day be fertilized and become me. It’s an image akin to an infinite-loop motif—a Droste-effect woman in a woman in a woman
The comic turmoil of the mundane, with musical accompaniment.
Autofiction that explores the borderland between memoir and vision quest.
“All our worst mistakes begin as fiction in our lives.”
The Freshwater author on the ogbanje, Igbo, rejecting gender binaries, and using private journals as creative archives.
The great lost American fragment novel.
Writing as an intransitive catastrophe and the hyperbole of literature.
The debut novelist of Self-Portrait with Boy on the DUMBO of the 1990s, accidental art, and the importance of being unladylike.
Finally back in the fold of Hollywood—one imagines him advancing mistrustfully, mistrustfully looking up at the high and useless palm trees (an immoderation which serves no purpose: the palm trees “planted on both sides of the expressway in order to purge an already pure sky”).
The writer of The Job of the Wasp on horror, human evil, and writing long sentences.
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.
The novelists on Vietnam, Norman Mailer, and the dragon’s perspective.
Congratulations to Ward on winning the 2017 National Book Award for Sing, Unburied, Sing.
A rediscovered novel and memoir depict a character we are lucky to have on the page. In life he would mortify us.
“To credibly present ecstasy, pure ecstasy, is incredibly difficult. Once upon a time this wasn’t the case. This is what capitalism has done to us all—rendered earnestness—a thing of suspicion and contempt.”
Corruption, capitalism, and death in Puglia.