Literature

In January, 2010, a 7.0 magnitude earthquake struck Haiti near Port-Au-Prince, devastating the area and claiming over 100,000 lives. Amid the grief and chaos, conservative religious and political groups revived a dangerous narrative that many Haitians cling to: that this natural disaster was a punishment for the unnatural behavior of the people in Haiti who
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Like so many others (including the Pulitzer Prize committee), I read Andrew Sean Greer’s Less in 2017 and was endlessly charmed by the singularity of Greer’s voice. Rollicking through vivid landscapes and madcap scenarios, Greer’s novels commit to comedy and eccentricity, standing out in an often muted literary landscape. His newest book, Villa Coco, set
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“Swan Song for the Republic,” excerpted from Freedom by Zinzi Clemmons We are born into good times. “Dream big,” they tell us. “The sky’s the limit.” We are lied to. One day at school, I’m shepherded into the band practice room, the TV set rolled out of the closet and switched on. On the screen
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The Policeman Finds Me Guilty of Joy The Body Is a Courtroom Where I Am Always on Trial Click to enlarge I Still Believe in My Country I still believe in my country, not because I am immune to disappointment nor because I’ve stopped counting the ways we fail each other, but because here, people
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Why is the act of painting one’s face so charged with gendered implications? How might makeup smear the lines drawn between “feminine” and “masculine”? And what can drag culture teach all of us about the role of artifice—and art—in constructing identity? Although our books differ in genre and scope, they shimmer with striking similarities. Montesanti’s
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I Store My Demons Next to the Pickled Beets Ball Jar Demon The demon lasted a good month, emitting low moans and sandpaper coughs into her ear, before Celia found an old Ball jar in the cellar, plucked the being off the cutting board with a pair of chopsticks where it had writhed since its
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My Boyfriend Is a Wounded Animal I Want to Save Sarah Braunstein Share article “Porcupine” by Sarah Braunstein We met in a bookstore, the Strand. The late nineties. I was trying to decide between E. B. White’s books, the pig or the swan or the mouse. He saw me deliberating. For my sister’s kid, I
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