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.
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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.”
She stops to look into her mother's face. It is smooth and blank as a stone. Nothing emerges; nothing shifts.
Carmela remains Falco’s most enduring on-screen alter ego, the crystallization of her mysterious genius.
The author of The Red Arrow on West Virginia, psychedelics, and a literary education through film.
There’s a one-sidedness to the second-generation relationship. The homeland looms large in our imagination but we don’t in theirs.
I didn’t want to know what I was looking for. I didn’t want to search or bid. What I wanted was the dream.
As grief shaped daily life over the past three years, one of the few things that has reliably brought me comfort is helping my dog be brave.