Loved and loathed in equal measure, one thing critics can’t take from this influential 90s band is their willingness to evolve musically.
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Looking for Carolina Maria de Jesus
For a brief period in the 1960s, the Afro-Brazilian author of the memoir “Child of the Dark” was one of the most well-known writers in the world.
Posted inNonfiction
Borrowed Babies
Five months into her first pregnancy, one writer pursues a research project about the history of home economics, as she struggles with her own concerns about motherhood.
Posted inStory
“I Miss My Body When It Was Ferocious”: The Transfiguration of Paul Curreri
For years, singer-songwriter Paul Curreri was a shouter of singular beauty. Then he went quiet — slowly, at first, then all of a sudden.
Posted inArts & Culture, Books, Essays & Criticism, Story
Defeating the Celluloid Axis
The invisible language of film permeates Christian Kracht’s “The Dead,” prose that is neutral and shot through with so much darkness, you occasionally can’t find the light.
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 inStory
The Ugly History of Beautiful Things: Orchids
Sometimes a flower is just a flower, and sometimes it’s a powerful vehicle for giving free rein to our worst colonialist and misogynist impulses.
Posted inNonfiction
‘The Survivor’s Edit’: Bassey Ikpi on Memory, Truth, and Living with Bipolar II
Bassey Ikpi discusses writing about mental illness. “I could count on the morning. It became the thing that existed without my input… without determining whether or not I was worthy of it.”
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On Vanishing
Dementia is a kind of erasure, a death before death, where the living discount the infirmed long before they’re gone.
