Lit Hub

  • The Hermits

    For Lit Hub, Jonathan Russell Clark examines our fascination with reclusive writers.

  • Infierno Completo

    Sergio Pitol gets the profile treatment over at Lit Hub: Sergio Pitol (1933) is all of the above; he is, I believe, a total writer. And by writer I do not mean one of those intellectuals who flirt with power (“The…

  • This Week in Short Fiction

    This week was the third annual #TwitterFiction Festival, held here, there, and everywhere in typical Twitter style. The Association of American Publishers and Penguin Random House partnered to host the event this year, bringing in such big names as Margaret…

  • Maggie Nelson on Queering Lit

    In a lovely long interview at LitHub, Maggie Nelson discusses her new book The Argonauts and the recent emergence of hybrid forms in popular literature. As a matter of fact, Nelson makes a point not to think much about form, except…

  • The MFA Way

    In large part, I get to live it now because of those creative writing programs—one MA and one MFA—and also, at least equally, because of the time between them, which I spent out in the real world. Here is some…

  • Art vs. Politics

    In a truly wonderful keynote speech reprinted at Lit Hub, Aminatta Forna tears down the false divide between art and politics: To tell writers not to tackle political themes because it will spoil the beauty of their work sounds very…

  • Bones and Books

    I didn’t tell him the deer bones were a substitute for human bones, or that I wanted to know if a man could be cooked in a smokeless, homemade oven in the backyard. Here, in certain circles, you don’t tell…

  • Creativity and Mental Illness

    Though I did not know it then, Adeline was not just a work of fiction, or an act of literary ventriloquism. It was my suicide note. Had I succeeded in taking my life, this would have been clear. At Lit…

  • Do We Need a Poet Laureate?

    For Literary Hub, Nick Ripatrazone breaks down—and defends—the poet laureate.

  • The Eye of the Writer

    She sent me this photograph and wrote: I run across my own life as a dog runs across a field, zigzag. The search is endless. Then I come to a sudden stop. I stand and listen to the small movements…