There is music in those words, yes, but music, when things go right, is always wed to sense, as though he were speaking to you directly, trying to work things…
The New Yorker recalls the night that Ezra Pound and William Butler Yeats met over a dinner of peacock, and examines the role of public relations in the life of…
The story of how I wrote my second novel begins in 1999, when my four-year-old daughter Anna had a minor accident that caused massive intercranial bleeding.
McBride has said that she wants this book to be read fast, letting it wash over you, but the struggle to make sense and to fill in the unsaid is hard to resist.
(Yet Another) Rumpus Lamentation: It’s a sunny winter day in Tucson, Arizona. There’s an event being held in the parking lot of a supermarket called Safeway.