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On the Road iPad

March 18, 2013 | by

Kerouac-iPad

In 1955, The Paris Review paid a struggling Jack Kerouac fifty dollars for an excerpt from a then unpublished manuscript. The excerpt appeared as a short story titled “The Mexican Girl” and, after much acclaim, was picked up a year later by Martha Foley’s The Best American Short Stories. Due in large part to the success of “The Mexican Girl,” On the Road was soon accepted by Viking Press; the full novel was published in 1957.

The issue containing Kerouac’s excerpt—The Paris Review no. 11 (Winter 1955)—has long since sold out, but we’re happy to announce that it’s now available in digital form via the Paris Review app. For those interested in our hard-to-find archival issues, we’ve also digitized issues 1, 18, and 20, and many more are on the way.

In fact, for the next two weeks, readers who purchase a digital subscription via the Paris Review app will receive free digital access to the issue containing Kerouac’s excerpt. Alongside “The Mexican Girl” are stories by Gerard Reve and Marjorie Housepian, an interview with Nelson Algren, portfolios by Antoni Clavé and Oskar Kokoschka, and poetry by Louis Simpson, John Hollander, W. S. Merwin, Rolf Fjelde, Christopher Logue, and John Haislip. And all of that, of course, accompanies a year-long digital subscription to The Paris Review, beginning with issue 204.

There’s good reason for print subscribers to download the app, too—we’ve granted free digital access to any issue covered by your print subscription. (If you’re a print subscriber and haven’t yet set up your app account, send an e-mail to support [at] theparisreview [dot] org.) There’s also lots of free content, including our complete interview archive—now fully bundled for offline viewing—and The Paris Review Daily. That’s really all to say: there’s no good reason not to have us on your iPad or iPhone!

(To those with Android devices: we hope to have a version for you soon!)

 

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‘Walden’ the Video Game, Merwin the Movie, Space-Age Books!

May 1, 2012 | by

  • Walden: the most contemplative video game ever created?
  • W. S. Merwin: the movie.
  • The dog from The Artist has a book deal.
  • Gertrude Stein’s bad war record.
  • This is your kids on books.
  • The Casablanca e-book: the beginning of a beautiful friendship?
  • Predictions from 1962 on the future of book publishing: “Books will be smoother, faster and slicker, and will be strongly influenced by space travel.”
  • New York Public Library, Monday afternoon.
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    W. S. Merwin Named Poet Laureate

    July 1, 2010 | by

    We congratulate W. S. Merwin on being named Poet Laureate of the United States. Merwin published his first poem with the Review in 1955, and we have been proud to publish him ever since. Herewith, to celebrate his appointment (and for the pleasure of retyping it) one of his more recent contributions:

    To the Long Table

    The sun was touching the wet black shoulders of olives
    in a chipped dish descended from another century
    on that day I remember more than half my life ago
    and you had been covered with a tablecloth of worn damask
    for lunch out on the balcony overhanging the stream
    with the grapes still small among the vine leaves above us
    and near the olives a pitcher of thin black acrid wine
    from the cellar just below and an omelette on a cracked white platter
    a wheel of bread goat cheeses salad I forgot what else
    the ducks were asleep down on the far side of the green pond
    Jacques came and went babbling fussing making his bad jokes
    boasting about old days that nobody else remembered
    the lacquered carriages the plumes on the horses and what his mother
    had replied to the admiral whose attentions amused her
    all the castles they had lost before he had grown up
    and when the meal was over he said you too were for sale
    he had discovered you in a carpenter's shop
    where you had been used as a workbench without regard
    for your true worth and the scars on you came from there
    your history without words upon which words have gathered

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