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By The Paris ReviewThis week, we’ve lowered the paywall on three pieces by ‘Women at Work Volume Two’ interviewees: Doris Lessing’s Art of Fiction interview, a short story by Jeanette Winterson, and a poem by May Sarton.
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Redux
Poetry Rx
By Sarah Kay, Kaveh Akbar, and Claire SchwartzIn our column Poetry Rx, readers write in with a specific emotion, and our resident poets take turns prescribing the perfect poems to match. This week, Kaveh Akbar is on the line.
Poetry Rx
A Lost Exchange
By William S. Burroughs and Allen GinsbergThe two Beats met in 1992 to discuss bathtubs, balconies, and an infamous section of ‘Naked Lunch.’
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Feminize Your Canon
By Emma GarmanOur monthly column Feminize Your Canon explores the lives of underrated and underread female authors.
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By Damion SearlsMy joke to friends during the years I was working on Anniversaries was that on the one hand it’s almost two thousand pages long, but on the other hand, it’s the slowest and hardest book I’ve ever translated.
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Eat Your Words
By Valerie StiversCooking up recipes drawn from the works of various writers.
Eat Your Words
The Victim
By Junichiro TanizakiThese things happened at a time when that noble virtue, frivolity, still flourished, when today’s relentless struggle for existence was yet unknown. The faces of the young aristocrats and squires were not darkened by any cloud; at court the maids of honour and the great courtesans always wore a smile on their lips; the occupations of clown and professional teahouse wit were held in high esteem; life was peaceful and full of joy. In the theater and in the writings of the time, beauty and power were portrayed as inseparable.
From the Archive, Issue 16
Fiction
Hiram Handspring
By James LaughlinI’m not sure who my double really is. He began long ago when I started putting the name Hiram Handspring on comical parody pieces in the New Directions annuals. A clown, harmless fellow. But now I think he has become rather sinister.
