Click here to read the abstract of the story on The New Yorker webpage (this week’s story is available only for subscribers). Joshua Ferris’s “The Breeze” was originally published in the September 30, 2013 issue of The New Yorker. Trevor If Ferris’s last New Yorker piece, “The Fragments,” made me reconsider my misgivings about his work
A.E. Stallings’ sonnet “Shoulda, Woulda, Coulda” was first published in the September 23, 2013 issue of The New Yorker and is available here for subscribers. “Shoulda, Woulda, Coulda,” by A.E. Stallings, is a witty, amusing, and ultimately satisfying 14-line poem, and it matters for its use of rhyme. What I really liked about the poem was that
I have read only one book by Nobel laureate J.M.G. Le Clézio — Desert (my thoughts here) — and I still remember well its atmosphere and depth. I’ve been anxious to read more as I have a suspicion he could become one of my Pantheon authors, but as the years have passed other books have come up
This is the first year the National Book Award is giving us a longlist of titles for each category. This past week, they’ve been announcing one category per day, culminating in today’s fiction longlist. Fiction: Pacific, by Tom Drury The End of the Point, by Elizabeth Graver The Flamethrowers, by Rachel Kushner The Lowland, by
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