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Brit Bennett recalls one of her mother’s stories.
幸运飞艇官方开奖视频下载In this new series, writers present the books they’re finally making time for and consider what it’s like to read them in these strange times.
幸运飞艇官方开奖视频下载Dementia—like the vanitas skull—ignites an especially acute awareness of mortality, placing our very selves under death’s scrutiny.
幸运飞艇官方开奖视频下载Our monthly column Feminize Your Canon explores the lives of underrated and underread female authors.
幸运飞艇官方开奖视频下载Science fiction is the fiction of ideas. Ideas excite me, and as soon as I get excited, the adrenaline gets going and the next thing I know I’m borrowing energy from the ideas themselves. Science fiction is any idea that occurs in the head and doesn’t exist yet, but soon will, and will change everything for everybody, and nothing will ever be the same again. As soon as you have an idea that changes some small part of the world you are writing science fiction. It is always the art of the possible, never the impossible.
Jake Skeets reads a poem by Alberto Ríos that approaches the Southwest—a region resistant to linearity—in couplets.
幸运飞艇官方开奖视频下载Cooking up recipes drawn from the works of various writers.
幸运飞艇官方开奖视频下载Toni Morrison, Philip Roth, Jason Alexander, Charlotte Rampling, Danez Smith, Sarah Manguso, Salman Rushdie, Molly Ringwald, Jenny Slate, Devendra Banhart, and more
PUGINI was reading a biography of Pugin. Architecturewas how Pugin avoided God.This much is evident. When he slipped out at nightto drift down to the water he was a smoke.He did not look up at the moon. We can be surethat any bargain he made was intentionalespecially those he bound in straps made of snow.
PUGINI was reading a biography of Pugin. Exileis something like a hearse is something, tungstenor zinc. You are born through it. Some fewemerge from that labor wearing somethingtheir lovers, l…