What I've always liked about Proust is his unabashed shallowness – or, more precisely, his celebration of the power and primacy of fleeting impressions in decision-making.
This week in our Books section: intimate geography, E.M. Forster in India, and "the most seamlessly inventive and enchanting debut novel since White Teeth.
I thought Roger taught me to watch, to look, to see. I thought he taught me to formulate opinions, discern a smart plot from schlock. I was wrong. He taught me that writing drives a stake into our time, priceless, however brief.
In February 2013, just over a year before her death, Maya Angelou spoke to Whitney Mackman about her writing process, her influences, and the act of looking for joy.
Designer and illustrator Nate Duval talks to Allyson McCabe about how he started creating concert posters, what it was like to break into the field, and where he sees it going next.
Suddenly I understood more deeply what the end of the poem means, when the speaker knows his decisions will change his life, but still has no idea what else may come as a result.
The mountains of Alabama are small mountains—foothills, really—but they are mine like a sports team is mine—like a football game (which I have for so long been near but have not really, really seen) is mine—as in the phrase “We scored! We scored!”