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NYT Magazine’s Rita Dove on What Poetry Might Grant Unsuspecting News Readers
Brendan Fitzgerald interviews Rita Dove on how she plans to approach her upcoming one-year stint as poetry editor at New York Times Magazine. Taking over for Terrance Hayes this summer, Dove has free rein to select a poem that will appear in the magazine each week, along with her short introduction. Dove is the fourth […]
Posted inNonfiction, Quotes
The Teen Girls Who Defied Boko Haram
The bravest members of the Nigerian resistance are the teenage girls who refuse to become tools of terrorism.
Posted inArts & Culture, Nonfiction, Story
The Little Book That Lost Its Author
How will artificial intelligence change literature?
Posted inCulture, Essays & Criticism, Feature, Nonfiction, Story, Unapologetic Women, Writing
The Occupation of a Woman Writer
Our inherited biases about who should write what live deeper than most of us realize or want to acknowledge.
Posted inNonfiction
Hello, Forgetfulness; Hello, Mother
Peering into the mirror of her mother, Marcia Aldrich wonders whether she too is sentenced to dementia.
Posted inBlog Post, Essays & Criticism, Highlight, Nonfiction, Quotes, Uncategorized
Behind One of the Sketchiest Men, a Sketchy Woman
Moe Tkacik reveals the web of shadiness lurking behind WeWork’s facade.
Posted inCrime, Feature, Nonfiction, Story
Anyone’s Son
Cody Dalton Eyre, a 20-year-old Alaskan Native, was having a mental health crisis on Christmas Eve, 2017 when his mother called 911 for help. So why did police officers end up shooting and killing him?
Posted inBooks, Essays & Criticism, Nonfiction, Story
Surviving the Shattering of My Mind and My Marriage
Andrea J. Buchanan contemplates the way illness and pain can freeze a sufferer in time, as if encased in glass.
Posted inStory
The American Worth Ethic
Like so many of our lofty ideals, the “American Work Ethic” is actually two different standards — one for the wealthy and one for the poor — with two different interpretations of what work looks like.
