Talking about rape culture, the overblown fear of false accusations, and using humour to make the unthinkable thinkable with the author of Asking For It.
At 36, I was diagnosed with a brain tumour while overworked in the unstable world of academia—sometimes when systems fail, they fail all at once.
I might be, in many ways, a different person now than when I signed up for Ashley Madison more than a decade ago. And yet, I can’t escape reminders of the ways in which I may be very much the same.
Borders don’t really exist. They’re imaginary spaces, semi-porous membranes whose only power is collectively imbued by the citizens and governments they separate. They can also be opportunities.
When it comes to erotic work by female authors, users on critical online forums can have trouble separating artists from their art.
Talking with the Destroyer songwriter about his new album, Poison Season, how his writing evolved past “ranting in a notebook,” and the uncertain state of aging indie-rockers.
The most privileged among us take the history of their family names for granted. For many, we’re lucky to find a foothold even in fiction.
After moving to Canada from Kathmandu, the last thing I wanted was the claustrophobia of an immigrant enclave. When calamity drew me in, relief and regret grew in almost equal measure.
The author of We Believe the Children on the 1984 McMartin case, the history of moral panic, and why we prioritize certain types of abuse.
Kelly Sue DeConnick and Valentine De Landro’s comic series is set in a wholly unrecognizable dystopian universe in which women are punished for being themselves. (Wait a second…)
Salvador Dali writes like he paints and paints like he writes; he is lyrical in his natural settings, and deeply symbolic. If only his diaries were all available in translation.
I was excited to exist as a non-religious writer, free of the idea that my words might “save” someone. Which is why I was surprised when, recently, I realized I was acting like a religious person.
The notorious punk novelist was as uncompromising in death as she was in life.
A career-spanning talk with the author of The Swimming-Pool Library and The Stranger’s Child.
David confronts his cousin about the mysterious baby and bloodstained stroller.
Detective Barry Duckworth investigates the site of a grisly slaughter.
Outside of (unfairly maligned) genre work, literature has historically been seen as a solitary calling rather than a collaborative one. That seems to be changing, and we’re all the better for it.
David arrives at his cousin’s house and finds a bloody handprint on the front door.
Existential collapse is often treated as the domain of men coming face to face with their mortality. For me and other women, our crisis wasn’t how much life was left, but how much of it we gave away.
David Harwood lost everything when his wife passed away. But in the shadow of his former life, come clues of a devastating family secret.