On interrogating fear and what bats can teach about human connection.
The author discusses her new book, Stag Dance.
She stops to look into her mother's face. It is smooth and blank as a stone. Nothing emerges; nothing shifts.
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She stops to look into her mother's face. It is smooth and blank as a stone. Nothing emerges; nothing shifts.
The author discusses her new book, Stag Dance.
I worried I had broken the chatbot by trauma-dumping, and no one, human or machine, had the capacity to console me completely.
If he took a shortcut, if he made the creative process any easier for himself, the magic would be lost.
In a move critics are describing as “a bit on the nose,” I start playing a game about being trapped eternally in hell.
The crow is seen as a harbinger of death, a carrier of messages, a wise and knowledgable bird with a connection beyond this spiritual plane.
Sometimes we never made it to the lesson and simply reflected on the disasters unfolding—not as a way to understand, but to talk about the impossibility of understanding.
The brand of simplistic and overzealous moralism that exists online has long been tedious, but the pandemic has made it even more so.
Talking to the author of The Kidnapping Club about narrativizing a history many tried to keep quiet and why New York was such a potent pro-slavery city.
I don’t believe in guilty pleasures, and I do believe in taste, but I also believe in context.