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Posted inBooks, Essays & Criticism, Fiction, Story
Time To Kill the Rabbit?
In two new novels, the bunnies are anything but cute. (Unless … you use magic to turn one of them into a pre-TB Keats, or a talky Tim Riggins.)
Posted inBooks, Fiction, Profiles & Interviews, Story, Writing
Sarah Moss on Brexit, Borders, Bog Bodies, and the ‘Foundation Myths of a Really Damaged Country’
Sarah Moss’s tale of Iron Age reenactors and parental abuse is her way of addressing Brexit. “Putting the skulls of the ancestors up in some attempt to hold back history never works.”
Posted inStory
‘I’m Incredulous That People Do This Repeatedly. The Second Book Thing Is So Real.’
Mary H.K. Choi discusses her latest novel, which examines how “holograms and digital envoys” represent us online, and why it feels like her “second book signals the death of my first.”
Posted inArts & Culture, Story
The Last Puerto Rican Social Club in Brooklyn
Social clubs were once the glue that held the Puerto Rican diaspora together. Today, there’s only one left in Brooklyn.
Posted inBooks, Culture, Nonfiction, Story
A Childhood in Cars
How one young man cut against the grain of American masculinity and freed himself from car culture.
Posted inBooks, Fiction, History, Profiles & Interviews, Story
‘Nobody in This Book Is Going to Catch a Break’: Téa Obreht on “Inland”
‘The history of the West is a deeply turbulent one… that kept the living population in a constant state of unrest. I thought this constant state of unrest must be true for the dead as well.’
Posted inArts & Culture
The Athletes Who Felt Seen by Kendrick Lamar’s “good kid, m.A.A.d city”
The modern hip-hop classic reflects growing up in Compton “one thousand percent.”
Posted inNonfiction
At Transformation
On the cusp of a life-changing procedure, Jane Rideau Demuth makes peace with the paths that brought her here, and the obstacles she had to wrestle with along the way.
Posted inStory
None of the President’s Men
Journalism now is a lot more fear and insecurity and a lot less corduroy and Robert Redford, but you’d never know it from what is projected.
