My Boyfriend, His Lover, and Me
There is nothing I want more than a happy ending.
...moreThere is nothing I want more than a happy ending.
...moreI still wonder what became of all those gentle cows.
...moreWhat should love cost us? What do we owe one another? What, especially, do we owe those who have chosen to love and trust us?
...moreI will not end up like these woman, I promise myself, left behind and living in some suburb. I will not be anyone’s baby. I will be a real artist instead, a writer.
...moreThere is no way to classify a response to pregnancy. It is what it is, which is why people find consolation in naming their phantoms. In this case, the phantom is named Catalpa.
...moreThree summers ago, I did nothing but drive around Middlebury, Vermont, blasting Lana Del Rey and chain-smoking cigarettes. It was—and I will be dramatic, because that is how it felt—an act of survival. That summer I was in an academic program where we were only allowed to speak or be spoken to in French. But […]
...moreElif Batuman discusses her new novel The Idiot, what it means to be a writer, and the artifice of language.
...moreFile this one under “they can’t Trump everything; life goes on.” Last week, I got caught up in reflections on poverty in America: mine, yours, and ours. This week, I decided to do something about it and buckle down to design a careful budget. “Ack!,” I said, early one morning. “We’ve got to make a budget […]
...moreAfter being assaulted, Jessie Rothwell starts taking self-defense classes and enters a new relationship, gaining both physical and sexual power.
...moreIn his late thirties, F. Scott Fitzgerald experienced a series of emotional and mental breakdowns, many of which he wrote about in a series of random essays and observations collected under the title, The Crack-Up. At the beginning of the self-titled essay, he writes: “Of course, all of life is a process of breaking down, […]
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