“These losses—my limb, my students’ hopes, Thoreau’s mammals, the wings falling from our skies—they are not all that distinct from one another. They can’t be, because all of us, all of the material world, we are one and the same thing.”
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The Deaths—and Lives—of Two Sons
“The truth is that however I choose to express myself will not live up to the weight of these facts: Vincent died, and then James died.”
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Blood-Blue Sky
“How horseshoe crabs and ecological grief connect with the wonders of the human heart.”
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Don’t Close Your Teeth
“Cynthia Zarin traces the rise of fascism through the diary entries of Virginia Woolf.”
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Why Did the Rubber Chicken Cross the Road?
“At 38, I began to feel the creep of the millennial midlife crisis. So I decided to break the strangest world record I could find.”
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Recursive Resemblance
“On the feedback loops of mimesis, from the ancients to AI.”
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My Father Tries to Teach Me His Map of Chicago
“He’s been the cartographer all along, steadfastly believing I’d learn to read his directions.”
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Maximalisma
“A professor endeavors to separate treasure from trash—before her children have to do it for her.”
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Here Be Serpents
“A lifelong and morbid fear of snakes held me captive—until something much scarier raised its ugly head.”
