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“Barthelme died in 1989, at the age of fifty-eight. I was at college and heard the news from a friend who worked at a Kinko’s to which one of the Barthelme brothers had brought Don...
Once upon a time, in a bed that was not my own, I wandered through a dream that was not mine, and woke abruptly from a sleep that was not mine, to find strangers staring directly i...
There was a full shelf of Simenon and a coral sculpture that looked a bit like barbed wire in the family room. I moved the flowered cushions off the bed and put the percolator with...
If you’re deprived of a home, deprived of access to your family, you learn that, actually, being bound to others is the significant thing.
There was a letter waiting at the front desk. She took it up to the room and opened the balcony doors. Clear blue skies and the smell of coconut oil. Beneath her, couples in swimsu...
Harriet Clark’s debut novel is a fable-like story of growing up in the fallout of a family’s radical dreams.
My brother answered the phone. He told me that there’d been an accident but not to panic.
“What has been my prettiest contribution to the culture?” asked Kurt Vonnegut in his autobiography Palm Sunday. His answer? His master’s thesis in anthropology for the University o...
While she slept, the prince measured her hair, which in sunlight was the color of butterscotch. He admired her view of the forest and fields. He observed peasants passing below. He...
He changed the locks in October, the month he got married. But the landlord used the same hardware. She figured it out in under a minute. She doesn’t take anything. She doesn’t lea...
“The few words it contains are indecipherable, of no language. (The letters look Hebrew—if you don’t know Hebrew and have never seen Hebrew letters before.)”
I believed that, when it came to words, everything was allowed.
It would be one thing if I wrote fiction about Cromwell or aliens, but, given that my protagonists resemble me, how could I know you weren’t mixing us up?
In April 1951 Randall Jarrell sent a short poem titled “A War” to his friend Robert Lowell: There set out, slowly, for a Different World,At four, on winter mornings, different legs...
A lesson from a Pulitzer Prize–winning story.
The man with the fife was good at getting rid of Hamelin’s rats. What, the townspeople wondered, could he do with the children?
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