The baby had come from a place none of us could remember. Our grandmother was headed there.
The author of Mother of God discusses the limitations of realism, Frank Bidart, and the anguished duality of shame.
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The baby had come from a place none of us could remember. Our grandmother was headed there.
The author of Mother of God discusses the limitations of realism, Frank Bidart, and the anguished duality of shame.
Standing in the wreckage of these spaces unlocks a sensation people often crave, but can’t name.
It’s an imagined past, a pastoral imaginary, an alternate timeline in the multiverse.
“Bird,” he cried, “I come on behalf of the emperor. Your voice is all anyone speaks of.”
How naive I was, to have thought that when someone hurts you, the polite response is to ask him to stop.
For over a decade, outgoing New Yorker copy head Ann Goldstein has made Elena Ferrante's work come alive in English. We spoke with her about translation, Italian lessons and Dante.
Talking with the author of All Our Wrong Todays about the unintended consequences of innovation, the seductive powers of nihilism, and writing movie scripts about skateboarding chimpanzees.
Money was tight, so I started taking on more questionable modeling gigs. I had to eat.
Speaking with the author of Death in the Family about Dr. Charles Smith, the paediatric pathologist whose mishandling of child death cases caused untold pain for already devastated families.
In the fast-growing cowboy church movement, the trappings of traditional worship are eschewed to entice people through the door, dung-covered boots and all.