Where I Live
Maxine Kumin’s poems about the specifics of life on the farm with family, and relationships to fish, fowl, horse and vegetable matter, not to mention lovely liquids and unappealing solids,…
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A World I Don’t Recognize
“If you were to send the 16th edition back to 2003, when the 15th edition came out, it would read like science fiction. Here’s a taste. The words ‘electronic,’ ‘software,’…
The Last Book I Loved: Troubling Love
According to Europa Edition’s website, Elena Ferrante, one of Italy’s most important and acclaimed contemporary authors, has successfully shunned public attention and kept her whereabouts and her true identity concealed.…
Christopher Forsley: The Last Book I Loved, Blue Movie
Every time I watch a porno—whether it’s Lesbians in the Produce Section or Cheerleader Tryouts with Coach Lester—I start critiquing the plot, the acting, and even the lighting. Why doesn’t,…
Scott Onak: The Last Book I Loved, Satori in Paris
I didn’t need any books: I was finishing up grad school in Idaho and moving to—well—that wasn’t quite known to me. But here was a building on the Latah County…
Sara Habein: The Last Book I Loved, Midnight Picnic
How our living selves affect the afterlife has been, and will continue to be, a matter of debate. In literature alone, countless stories have explored the stages of death, of…
Holding Company
In Holding Company, his third collection of poems, Major Jackson achieves the difficult feat of writing a book that feels simultaneously both intensely personal and yet also archetypally American.
Febos and Marcus on Memiorville
In this conversation, Melissa Febos makes a good point: What’s great about writers talking with writers is that they talk about writing.
Books, Bodies And Why We Should Bother
“If we can get them right, books are luminous versions of our ideas, bound by narrative structure so that others can encounter those better, smarter versions of us on the…
The Last Book I Loved: The Blind Side
I remember being 18 years old, secretly thinking that all the good writers were dead or past their prime. I wanted to be born in the twenties, where wilderness was…
The Last Book I Loved: Mating
Dealing in questions rather than answers, Mating has a way of making things seem possible for both its characters and its readers—intellectual love included.
When I Go Outdoors, Light Splits
The poems in This Noisy Egg are always engaging and hold the reader’s attention, but they do not feel un-tethered or dangerous. Reading them, I had the sensation that there…