At the New Yorker, Leslie Jamison interviews Charles D’ambrosio; they touch on narrative omniscience, the impossibility of achieving it, and just what it is that makes for a wonderful essay:…
At the New Yorker, James Wood reviews Hermione Lee’s biography of Penelope Fitzgerald, an English writer who emerged on the scene at sixty-one: The story that Lee’s book tells (or…
Dave Eggers has a new story up at the New Yorker: There is proud happiness, happiness born of doing admirable things in the light of day, years of good work,…
Over at the New Yorker, Kelefa Sanneh gives Chris Rock the profile treatment. Sanneh touches on the business of comedy, dueling aesthetics, and the trouble with staying relevant in an…
In his new book The Sense of Style, brain scientist Steven Pinker calls for a relaxation of English grammar rules. While the Daily Beast’s review praises Pinker for rejecting the…
It’s that time of year where we’re all craving a good scary story, be it told by candle light, on a screen, or in a book. Neil Gaiman’s middle-reader graphic…
Books have been written or arranged in chapters for over two millennia now, although that fact has never received the attention it deserves from historians of the written word. Perhaps…
Invoking his new play, Buzz, Benjamin Kunkel writes in the New Yorker about how “few imaginative writers have dealt with the present-day experience of global warming in a direct and…
The YA battle rages on at Flavorwire, where Sarah Seltzer responds to Rebecca Mead’s New Yorker essay pondering the effects of supposedly lowbrow children’s lit: We have to interrogate our…
(n.); the utterance of articulate sounds by a ghost or a spirit “Each year, the Great Pumpkin rises out of the pumpkin patch that he thinks is the most sincere.…
At the New Yorker, Francisco Goldman tackles the malaise shadowing his favorite city in the world: Mexico City feels different these days. Its usual vibrancy has been muted, and not only because…