Little Reunions ought to be burned,’ Eileen Chang wrote to her friend and literary executor, Stephen Soong, in 1976, the year ...

It’s much harder to work in an active shooter and have it mean anything, because an active shooter is by definition a ...

A few months ago, as a result of the strange, hazy possession that occurs while sitting in front of the laptop screen, I ...

Just now, I found this list of animals I saw from the car and around venues while on tour: Horses, colts, foals, ponies, ...

When the Moon fell, he fell from heaven from heaven on the porch. When the Moon fell, he fell from heaven, and no one saw him fall. The Stormgod let rain fall, he let rain fall on him, the Moon who ...

I don’t care how nice you are, becoming a mother grants a certain capacity to take action, like a hot holiday chestnut cracks ...

You see I have this broken nose I got when el tico Lizano hit me with a brick because I said it was obviously a foul ...

But she sees “up close, oh, their soft faces and special haircuts, their pimples, their nascent moustaches.” The specter of suburban violence, a persistent concern of Garner’s work, hangs over “our” ...

Nebraska is a stubby gay bildungsroman that tracks an amputee named Craig Mullen, our narrator, from his bedridden preteens ...

Mary Ruefle, the poet and essayist, also makes unique hand-altered books: she sources, from thrift shops and used bookstores, secondhand texts from the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries.

I am never lonely and never bored. Except when I bore myself, which is my definition of loneliness—to bore oneself. It makes a body lonesome, that. We have a house. There is a roof and there are ...

Two moments in Graham Greene’s published life have often returned to me in the past twenty years. This may sound strange: an ideal reader should refrain from crossing the boundary between a writer’s ...