For our series Making of a Poem, we’re asking poets to dissect the poems they’ve published in our pages. Mark Leidner’s poem ...
Each of Sally Rooney’s novels writes back to a novel that she admires: Conversations with Friends to Jane Austen’s Emma; ...
Reading Anne Carson is like opening a box and finding a circus inside, trapeze swings, flights of form, a woman walking on ...
Every night the same nightmare interrupts my sleep.” With this sentence Scholastique Mukasonga begins her debut Cockroaches, ...
The first big influence on my writing was Nathaniel Hawthorne. My teacher in senior year of high school had written her doctoral thesis on The Marble Faun, if you can imagine that—and she was a nun! I ...
For a while there in the late nineties, it seemed to me like every other book of poetry that I flipped open in the bookstore was prefaced by an austere epigraph from the writings of Ludwig ...
This was the farewell: Many friends came with us and whoever did not come was no longer a friend. This was the evening: Haltingly, it slowed our pace, and drew our souls out the window. This was the ...
Death will come and have your eyes.
Each month, we comb through dozens of soon-to-be-published books, for ideas and good writing for the Review’s site. Often, we’re struck by particular paragraphs or sentences from the galleys that ...
Let me begin by insisting that I learned nothing. What is left of it now, my electronics project, other than the names of these things? A solderless breadboard, and another one, and another one. A ...
of Sedona, Arizona, with a blank book for poems. Didn't we emerge from the same prehistoric egg amid sparks of jet & obsidian embedded in the hills of Montmartre? "Only Negroes can excite Paris." ...