I would go so far as to say that the entire reason I write is to detect all the irony that language allows and twist it around the truth like razor wire and ivy. That’s how I like my truth: twisted.
You know it’s fall because of the crisp air, the changing leaves, the decorative gourds, and, most importantly, because the fall issues of literary magazines are launching. This week was…
Over at the Paris Review, Nick Antosca writes what it felt like to read Nabokov’s Lolita as a 12-year-old boy: Even if I didn’t quite grasp the nature of my radical misreading of the novel—Humbert’s a…
Over one third of the women in my survey had been called “Thunder Thighs” at some point in their life. Many were still haunted by this. None of them interpreted “thunder” to mean “power.
In this ongoing series, writers in all genres explore the intersection between our literary lives and practices and our BDSM and fetishistic lives and practices.
At the New Yorker, Garth Greenwell looks at the vivid sex scenes of Lidia Yuknavitch: Yuknavitch’s sex scenes are remarkable among current American novelists, not just for their explicitness but…