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.”
The author of Why We Came to the City on losing someone to cancer too young, and how New York reminds everyone they're not special.
It’s hard to enjoy baseball if you don’t know what you’re looking for. And the box score teaches you how to do just that.
Talking with the author about her new prison-set adaptation of Shakespeare's The Tempest, Hag-Seed.
Talking with the author of Here I Am about different notions of home, the downsides of television development, and whether or not he'll ever write another book.