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Debut novelist Jennifer Pashley talks about serial killers, Tori Amos, and listening in this Q&A with her editor.
One of the twins has his mouth sewn shut.
I would love to spend the day of June 16, 1904 in Dublin, Ireland, looking over the shoulder of Leopold Bloom
The design process for A Hanging at Cinder Bottom was as smooth as its poker-playing protagonist, Abe Baach.
The story that you tell in your memoir, Wondering Who You Are, raises some questions about personhood and about identity. What do you think makes us who we are as people?
The condemned man wore no shoes.
The night before my husband’s cancer surgery, I stay up to watch him sleep.
I’m going to cheat by imagining a three-on-three pickup basketball game.
Would you say that borders are important to The Boatmaker more as symbols than as markers of particular geographies?
When my book, Our Endless Numbered Days was published I didn’t think I was going to enjoy getting out there and talking to strangers.
For the Murphys, there was always the house and the idea of the house, one relatively more stable than the other.
“I swear to you, sitting a throne is a hundred times harder than winning one.” —some probably dead king Yesterday’s big announcement may have drowned out some of the excitement around Electric Literature and Vol. 1 Brooklyn’s epic Game of Totes competition. The best of the best literary tote bags were brought before a panel […]
Cari Luna, author of The Revolution of Everyday, won the Ken Kesey Award for fiction at last night’s Oregon Book Awards. Huge congrats go out to Cari and her editor Meg Storey. Here are Cari and Meg in conversation just before the book’s publication in 2013.
Why You Should Teach Two Books, Each of Which Could Get You Fired
She hung up to see her mother cannoning from the crowd, all four-foot-eleven-and-a-half of her, jaunty in her beret, her bling, her snow-blindingly new running shoes, hurrying toward them with a funny splay-foot walk that reminded Mary Rose of Maggie. Was that new?
It always seems to surprise readers that writers don’t have a huge amount of say in the covers of their books.
This morning I found a black-and-white photograph of my father at the back of the bureau drawer. He didn’t look like a liar.
“I can get you a squirrel next week,” my accountant, Julian, said.
“The Boatmaker is a wonderful novel—wonderful as in spectacularly good and wonderful as in full of wonders.”
—John Casey, National Book Award-winning author of Spartina
“Ferociously beautiful and courageous, Johnson’s intimate story sheds light on the perpetuation of violence against women.”
We were thrilled with yesterday’s announcement that Lacy M. Johnson’s The Other Side was selected as a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award. To celebrate the news, we thought it fitting to rerun an excerpt from her memoir that first appeared in our Memory issue. Check back tomorrow for an interview with Lacy. […]
And what do I do with this spicy, dangerous, jelly?
The man of Small Island is dreaming of a wolf.
She pointed out sticks for me to pick up. The sticks needed to be long, but not too long; thick, but not too thick; and straight, without leaves. It was August in England, and although we’d had a fine summer, it had been raining all day and the sticks were muddy. I picked them up without complaining. My daughter didn’t speak much, even though the idea that we should recreate the US cover of my novel had been her suggestion. Still, I was happy to be spending time with her, because she is seventeen and I don’t get to do that very often any more.
I grew up indiscriminately loving all the songs that came on the radio, but it was the fact of the radio itself, the little box on the floor by my bed, that brought the music to life and made it a kind of magic for me.