It wasn’t always this way. Read more…

It wasn’t always this way. Read more…
There is discomfort in watching Turner (Timothy Spall) move through the world. In every room he enters—from his own kitchen to the halls of the Royal Academy of Arts—he snorts and harrumphs and sniffles. His chin and neck are indistinguishable, and his teeth, by the end, go green. Read more…
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On the cusp of adulthood, we outgrow certain villains, like pirate captains with hooked arms, and grow into others, like failure and aging, rejection and silence, loneliness and death. Read more…
What we see is mostly what we expect to see. It’s difficult (read: scary) to beat the odds and perceive anew. I’ve wondered, then, what it would be like to wake up open-eyed and open-minded. What would your backyard look like, really? Read more…
“I hate Highway 17,” Jones Lecturer and former Stegner Fellow Molly Antopol told me on the phone this morning. For the sake of scenery, when our interview began, Antopol was driving up Route 1 instead.
Good writing gives shape to chaos. Stories have the power to make paradox survivable, useful, beautiful. There is a particular urgency, then, to literature about war.
In one rainy morning, I learn that the spine of every Parisian brick, street, and metro line runs into one cathedral or another. Il pleut and I arrive—at Notre Dame, Arc de Triomph, the Louvre. I see the must-sees, despite the weather. Read more…