Happy endings are just about a question of the place where you choose to stop the story. In a life, there’s lots of moments ...
Imagine being blindfolded and loaded in a car, then dropped nearly four hundred miles from your house in a random field in ...
Never in my life have I managed to be unhappy when there was a pool around. I’m a Scorpio, a water sign. It’s a miracle I’ve ...
West End Girl strikes me as a rather neat, crowd-pleasing, bias-confirming presentation of nonmonogamy that casts male ...
No sooner did Bonaparte withdraw his breath than the soul went out of the new universe. Objects faded the moment that the ...
For our series Making of a Poem, we’re asking poets and translators to dissect the poems they’ve published in our pages.
Virginia Woolf was fascinated by biographical writing, even though she considered it something of a doomed genre. She wrote traditional and imagined biographies, of people and dogs, that experiment ...
Things went on until three in the morning. The child, arriving in the world at 11:55 P.M., bathed, photographed, placed in the young mother’s arms, still counts as a Sunday child. At this point the ...
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