Literature

Series editor’s note: What does it mean for a body to remember its feeding, to have to reckon with its darkest days, days spent eating weeds in the aftermath of a genocide? And what does it mean for the body to choose to harm itself, by eating anything to make it whole, to forget what
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Confessions from the Stranger at the End of the Bar Peter Cameron Author of What Happens At Night  Share article Electric Lit relies on contributions from our readers to help make literature more exciting, relevant, and inclusive. Please support our work by becoming a member today, or making a one-time donation here. . An Excerpt from
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Electric Lit relies on contributions from our readers to help make literature more exciting, relevant, and inclusive. Please support our work by becoming a member today, or making a one-time donation here. . Comics aren’t what people usually think of as revolutionary texts–but, in reality, many graphic narratives are deeply rooted in political movements and
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Electric Lit relies on contributions from our readers to help make literature more exciting, relevant, and inclusive. Please support our work by becoming a member today, or making a one-time donation here. . Imagine a world where reproductive rights are heavily restricted, hand sanitizer is sold out everywhere, and a pandemic has disrupted people’s lives
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From the Family Album A writer born in the Indian-controlled part of Kashmir reflects on how his older brother must have felt once the freedom to roam the apricot grove and streets of the village was suddenly curtailed as Kashmir began its insurgency against India. 1 Winter returned, wrapping the village in a shroud of
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The Haves and Have-Nots of Marlboro Country Electric Lit relies on contributions from our readers to help make literature more exciting, relevant, and inclusive. Please support our work by becoming a member today, or making a one-time donation here. . Marlboro Country for Bob Norris When I finally made it to Marlboro Country,I knew it
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Photo courtesy of the author Judging an English Olympiad in Kyrgyzstan, the author witnesses her native tongue “being sliced and slivered like a summer melon” while the heart of each speech, the ideas expressed, remain untouched. Someone must have told the students to wear only black and white that day because that was how they
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Electric Lit relies on contributions from our readers to help make literature more exciting, relevant, and inclusive. Please support our work by becoming a member today, or making a one-time donation here. . When I was a young adjunct, I bonded with a student in my class over our shared experiences of grief. A decade
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Electric Lit relies on contributions from our readers to help make literature more exciting, relevant, and inclusive. Please support our work by becoming a member today, or making a one-time donation here. . In lucid prose, Spanish novelist Andrés Barba transports the reader fully into San Cristóbal, a city on the edge of a rainforest
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Electric Lit relies on contributions from our readers to help make literature more exciting, relevant, and inclusive. Please support our work by becoming a member today, or making a one-time donation here. . During the coronavirus pandemic, we’ve all become keenly aware that there are certain jobs that need to be done for society to
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Series editor’s note: I’ve always thought of poetry as a sacred ground to think and write about things we wouldn’t normally do. And in the case of Safia Elhillo’s poem, “A Memory of Us,” poetry becomes a way of entering spaces we wouldn’t otherwise be welcomed in. With this piece, Elhillo engages in the radical
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Electric Lit relies on contributions from our readers to help make literature more exciting, relevant, and inclusive. Please support our work by becoming a member today, or making a one-time donation here. . At the root of social inequality in this country is something we’ve ignored for far too long: housing. Where we live matters.
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