On NYRB’s new Jean-Paul Sartre collection, and those who act as if they always have something else to teach us.
Essay
Marie Calloway doesn't just write about sex, she writes about brutal, porn-inspired sex that's both exciting and troubling. As a young, attractive woman who writes so freely about it, it's no wonder she's a target for fierce criticism.
Wayne Grady grapples with the sometimes outlandish demands of his dead relatives, who metamorphose from real people into fictional characters once he begins to write their story.
Bomber jackets, Ray-Bans, Dr. Martens and plain white tees—how the world’s armed forces influence the fashion of rebellion.
I do not have a job or any sense of where my career is headed. I have done unpaid internship after unpaid internship. And yet I wouldn't trade my overpriced undergraduate experience for anything.
Melville House’s Last Interview series—featuring final interviews with Jacques Derrida, David Foster Wallace, Jorge Luis Borges, Kurt Vonnegut, and Roberto Bolaño—raises a question: do we want the snappy epithet, or the drooling, struggling goodbye?
Vancouver’s impoverished Downtown Eastside is cannibalizing itself over a vicious argument between fine diners and the area’s desperate need for more social housing.
Linda Grace Hoyer had little luck as a writer, so she encouraged her son, John Updike, to follow the path. His success might have sparked a grudge in her, but let’s not pretend that means she wasn’t a good mother.
Maybe it's hokum, but horoscopes—and tarot readings, too—satisfy a deep need within us for someone who knows the answers.
Canadian literature and its capacity for myth-making has rarely proved much of a match for the violent, frontier stories of American culture—whether contemporary (The Wire) or historical (Deadwood). A winter's stay in the Yukon, however, gives the author pause to wonder whether this needs to be so, and proposes a (bloody) dramatic series or two of our own.
Pagination
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