The baby had come from a place none of us could remember. Our grandmother was headed there.
The author of Mother of God discusses the limitations of realism, Frank Bidart, and the anguished duality of shame.
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The baby had come from a place none of us could remember. Our grandmother was headed there.
The author of Mother of God discusses the limitations of realism, Frank Bidart, and the anguished duality of shame.
Standing in the wreckage of these spaces unlocks a sensation people often crave, but can’t name.
It’s an imagined past, a pastoral imaginary, an alternate timeline in the multiverse.
“Bird,” he cried, “I come on behalf of the emperor. Your voice is all anyone speaks of.”
The author of little scratch on rape narratives and the brutality and permanence of language.
He had Alex now, he thought. He wouldn’t feel those old pangs. But the loneliness greeted him like a—well, not so much like an old friend. But. You know. Like loneliness.
The author of This Red Line Goes Straight to Your Heart on Partition, science, and perspective.
Speaking to the author of Caste about the insufficiencies of the term "racism," objectivity versus balance, and the opportunities America's coming demographic shift presents.
The author of Life Events on grieving, exit guides, and the way we think about death.
He was a hero, a man who broke a barrier, but everything that’s happened since he died has way more to do with us than him.