Tracing the Wolf
To brand myself with something I feared and sought to subdue seemed like a reclamation.
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...moreOksana Zabuzhko discusses her story collection, YOUR AD COULD GO HERE.
...moreThe missionaries seemed concerned. I figured it was too late for that.
...moreIlya Kaminsky discusses his new collection, DEAF REPUBLIC.
...moreMusic has haunted me my whole life.
...moreI am mother. I am child. I am mother. The overlapping, hard-won truth—victim either way, saved either way.
...moreSophia Shalmiyev discusses her debut memoir, MOTHER WINTER.
...moreAmy Feltman discusses her debut novel, WILLA & HESPER.
...moreSuleimenov the nomad, the climber of high walls of adventure.
...moreSally McGrane, author of the debut novel Moscow at Midnight, shares a reading list!
...moreLidija Dimkovska discusses A Spare Life, living through the break-up of Yugoslavia, her writing style, and where she now feels most at home.
...moreOur country has always been ruled by and for the privileged, but never has this glaring injustice in the system been made so shamelessly clear.
...moreThis is what I want him to think of me. The girl poised to surf a wave under the heaviness of the full moon, the ocean around her radiant with light.
...moreShe was brave, coming to the station that day. It was still a time when people seen associating with the “traitors” could have had trouble from the KGB.
...moreHis story is more than just a story about space, but also a story about history and how it moves. How time and space bend, burn, warp, and ignore.
...moreIt is true that I’m talking to a photo, but I’m not crazy. Neither am I a durochka. Fools are oblivious, at least those from my childhood fairy tales. I, on the other hand, am perfectly aware of the problem.
...moreEveryone around us is speaking Russian, and I feel like we are in Russia, the old one, before the wall came down. For a moment, I even feel like I belong.
...moreFor Mother, two worlds—earth we inhabit together, then the hot, heavenly body of euphoria and speed. Often, Mother exists in the tear between these worlds, belonging nowhere, to no one.
...moreEvery time I leap there is a chance I will fall, and every time I fall there is a chance I will finally crack my head open like a Faberge egg and luminous black spiders will crawl out to mark the outline of my body with blinking stars and black thread.
...moreMarried authors Anne Raeff and Lori Ostlund, both winners of the Flannery O’Connor Award for Short Fiction, discuss their craft, their process, and the way they negotiate the give and take involved in sharing a vocation.
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