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2009 NATIONAL BOOK AWARDS
Congratulations to Colum McCann, winner of the 2009 National Book Award in Fiction for his novel Let the Great World Spin. Click here to read an excerpt of the novel that appeared in The Paris Review.
NEW INTERVIEWS BOX SET
Click here to get the four-volume box set of The Paris Review Interviews series.
11/30 Paul Auster and Javier Marías will read at the 92nd Street Y.
12/15 Nathaniel Rich and Colum McCann at Community Bookstore in Brooklyn.
12/17 Colum McCann and Timothy Donnelly at NYU.
The Paris Review's 2010 Spring Revel will honor Philip Roth. Click here for details.
Last years's Revel honored John Ashbery. Click here to read a selection of Ashbery's poems published in The Paris Review.
The Paris Review is looking for new writers. Click here to check out our submission guidelines.
Philip Gourevitch will be stepping down as editor of The Paris Review in April 2010. Click here to read the press release, and here to read an article about his five years as editor of the magazine.
Keep up on TPR news: events, readings, new books, and new issue contents.
NEW FALL ISSUE AVAILABLE NOW
James Ellroy on his novels: If you’re confused about something in one of my books, you’ve just got to realize, Ellroy’s a master, and if I’m not following it, it’s my problem.
We go west,” she said, “through the Beverly Hills and then father on.
I let the clutch in and drifted around the corner to go south to Sunset. Dolores got one of her long brown cigarettes out.
Did you bring a gun? she asked.
Click here to see Catherine Cormans photographs of Raymond Chandlers Los Angeles, with captions by Chandler and an essay by Jonathan Lethem.
2009 NATIONAL MAGAZINE AWARDS
Click the links below to read the two stories from The Paris Review that were finalists in fiction:
The man became desperate to escape the Cracker Barrel mens room. He tried to dismantle the door hinges with his trusty Swiss Army knife.
He tried pounding the walls. He tried screaming his head off but there was nobody there. No dishwasher, no waiter, no cashier, no janitor, no night manager,
no one but Shania Twain, over and over and over and over again.