Literature

I get ready in front of the big mirror in the front, taking the black crushed velvet cloak from where it hangs between my mother’s fur coats and sweeping it over my black jeans and black t-shirt, fastening it under my chin, pulling up the hood. I set the fangs inside my mouth, feeling the

If you spot a wealthy person in fiction, they’re very likely to be the villain—just like in real life! My novel Good Rich People is about a bored, wealthy couple who play games with disadvantaged people—just like in real life!  There are many (allegedly) fictional stories about how privileged people take advantage of the less

Olivia Colman plays Leda in The Lost Daughter / Courtesy www.imdb.com An Italian film scholar reviews Maggie Gyllenhaal’s film adaptation of Elena Ferrante’s novel The Lost Daughter and finds a powerful interpretation that, although it sometimes strays from the original, deserves praise on its own merit. The glorious city of Naples is absent in The Lost Daughter, directed

The Best Sex Takes Three Loads of Laundry Lint Before my lover and I have sex, I cover myself in lint. It’s not that we only have sex on lint day—as we call it—but it’s the best sex and on the days leading up to it, we get more and more excited. It takes three

I relish the fact that our most celebrated living writers are women.  There are of course the constant evocations of JMG Le Clezio, the Franco-Mauritian winner of the 2008 Nobel Prize in Literature. It is also true that the literary history we are taught is dominated by names such as Marcel Cabon, Malcolm de Chazal,

Modern day feminism is a messy endeavor. More than 50 countries have liberalized their abortion laws in the past few decades while Roe v Wade hangs in the balance in the United States. Trans activism is reaching new heights and yet even once-celebrated feminist authors seem to struggle to legitimize trans women’s experiences or accept

When I was driving from Pennsylvania to Atlanta with all of my earthly belongings in my trunk, I stopped overnight in a North Carolina mountain town to split up the trip. Someone told me Boone was beautiful and underrated and it landed about halfway between where I was coming from and where I was going.

Weina Dai Randel burst onto the literary scene a number of years ago with her duology about Empress Wu Zetian, China’s first woman leader. After winning the prestigious Rita Award in 2017 and seeing her novels translated into seven languages, she is back now with a new historical novel set in 1940s Shanghai. Keeping with

Too often, popular fiction welcomes convenient last-minute solutions to the end of the world, even if the old cliché that things are darkest just before the dawn doesn’t match our lived experience. This misleading pattern lends itself well to epic-scale narratives largely reliant on a hero/villain dichotomy. Set the stage for total societal demise and

My Slut Shaming Ghost Can Go to Hell Gwen E. Kirby Share article Here Preached His Last The first time I see the ghost of George Whitefield, I’m fucking my neighbor Karl. We’re going at it with more enthusiasm than finesse, the way you do when things are new. I lift my head, I’m going

Time passes stunningly; perhaps never more so than in the last two years of the breakneck movement in global events, as well as the unending, stop-start pace of our collective anxiety and fear. Still even in normal years, you might wake up one day and find yourself past the age requirements for certain clubs, awards

It did not weepdid not plead for mercynor complain.It fell silently,the tree. ~~~ My hands,yellow as its fleshdripping white blood,shuddering withthe deafening soundof the chainsaw.I’m the treeand the onewho kills it. ~~~ Its blood was white.We took away its rougeand the greenery of its leaves. ~~~ Before the adieu,it left me its shade,leaves and straws

Weike Wang’s witty, moving new novel tells the story of Joan, a thirtysomething ICU doctor. The daughter of Chinese immigrants who have since returned to China, Joan is not only incredibly good at her job—she loves it, finding a deep sense of purpose in the long hours, grueling shifts, and day-to-day routine of her busy

I’ve noticed a trend on social media where readers (and writers) have said they don’t want to engage with pandemic fiction. As a writer who is releasing a book with a plague thread, I’ll be honest that I both understand these posts but am also deeply hurt by them. I understand this reaction because we

Good Boys and Girls Look Away from Death Elegy with New England Roadkill In good towns, good houses mourn what dies outside by closing windows. Bullfrog caught in a mower black-red. Driveway chalk gray-red. Tire-tracked doe red-red. Under a sycamore my throat whirls from pity to nausea. The suburban sky does nothing, sees less. Another

In early 2016, I started compiling a list of books I was anticipating by women writers of color because, as a reader and occasional critic, I was having trouble finding such titles. If I was coming up short, I thought, then others surely were, too, and maybe it would be useful if I published my

Remember My Dinner With André? Wallace Shawn and André Gregory sit down for a dinner during which, among other things, André Gregory opines at length about his weirdo experiences at the radical fringe of experimental theater.  Now imagine, if you will, a film called My Dinner With My Dinner with André’s Wallace Shawn, in which

The ’90s are back, as if they could ever truly peace out. Between Fear Street and Captain Marvel and the Alanis Morissette musical, the last mostly-offline decade is getting a gargantuan nostalgia polish. For my memoir Sticker—an exploration of my childhood in Charlottesville, Virginia via 20 stickers—I immersed myself in the sparkle of Lisa Frank