How Reading with My Dying Mother Revealed Her Life
I was eight, and through my bedroom wall I could hear my mother, Heidi, talking to herself as she prepared to go to sleep. Every night, in…
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I was eight, and through my bedroom wall I could hear my mother, Heidi, talking to herself as she prepared to go to sleep. Every night, in…
The New Orleans writer Nancy Lemann conjures scenes of booze-soaked calamity, where everyone and everything is on the verge of rot. Source…
Catherine and Heathcliff—now played by Robbie and Elordi—will prove each other’s undoing as well. Fennell teases out the tricky evolution…
When the Studio Museum in Harlem opened, in 1986, it occupied a rented loft. Last month, it reopened, after a seven-year hiatus—this time,…
“Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead,” his 1966 Shakespearian meta-theatrical puzzle, about tertiary characters grappling with their…
In the nineteen-thirties and forties, young book critics on the make used to crowd outside the office of Malcolm Cowley, the literary…
In 2011, I wrote that reading László Krasznahorkai “is a little like seeing a group of people standing in a circle in a town square,…
But are men actually losing? Look past the smears of Dubai chocolate, and you’ll notice that men have spent the past 11 months notching…
This week, The New Yorker is announcing the longlists for the 2025 National Book Awards, including Young People’s Literature, Translated…
It’s 2018. I am, for the first time, in a classroom at Great Meadow Correctional Facility, in Comstock, New York, a men’s maximum-security…
"What do you want to be when you grow up?" When faced with this question, some children know exactly what they're going to say. They…