In the Current Issue
In the Current Issue
From the Archive
From the Archive
On the Daily
“I bounced the ball up and down, thinking about the cruelty of the situation, the long days of neglect ahead of me, dismissed as the American, as a nonentity.”
The Paris Review promotes the most exciting writers of the day and supports inquisitive readers the world over.
“No sooner did Bonaparte withdraw his breath than the soul went out of the new universe. Objects faded the moment that the source of their light, which had given them depth and color, disappeared.”
“You see I have this broken nose I got / when el tico Lizano hit me with a brick / because I said it was obviously a foul”
“I thought the fight was over, but the fight was never over. The fight had just begun, and so I felt like some dead body on a great battlefield from long ago, and I had learned that Julia, like some mysterious general, was most dangerous in retreat
“People think kids have no fear of time, no sense of the past, because they’re kids. Wrong.”
Diamond, who lived and worked in New York City for most of her life, is best known for her paintings of ‘what the city looks like when you are walking through.’
“hammock me in the graveyard / alone under the flowering noni tree / grandmother me blown-turned leaves”