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.
Leonard Cohen's decision to pursue music as a career certainly proved a good one—for him and for us—but I'm still curious about what we lost when he gave up writing fiction.
We pretend that we are outside of nature, but wherever we are, we are part of an ecosystem—sickness reminds us that our bodies are porous.
The 1973 film Messiah of Evil doesn’t scare with monsters—it shows instead how horror can annex a place, compelling you to pass through familiar and traumatic rooms, dread gathering as your heel meets the floor.
The author of the new Jann Wenner biography Sticky Fingers on writing a book that angers its subject, the influence and legacy of Rolling Stone, and the narcissism of Baby Boomers.
On the television lives of two spooky primetime families, the Addams and the Munsters.