An anti-novel about the value of the unseen, unknown, and unwritten.
What literature can (and can’t) tell us about America’s criminal justice system.
The writer discusses growing up in the Borscht Belt, the prevalence of literary humor, and the power of feminist punch lines.
The novelist’s latest imagines an apocalypse that feels all too likely.
Sex as ecstasy and trap.
The celebrated Argentine novelist on writing about writers, avoiding labels, and why critics shouldn’t write fiction.
The pleasures of literary play in the writer’s final novel.
The Invention of Ana novelist on the manipulations of narrative, being submerged by fiction, and the protagonist as STD.
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”).