The Paris Review mourns the loss of publisher Susannah Hunnewell, friend, colleague, and luminous presence at the magazine for three decades, who passed away on June 15 at her home in New York. She was 52. Susannah Hunnewell was born in Boston and …
This week, the staff of ‘The Paris Review’ revels in the music of Jai Paul, revisits “The Case for Reparations,” and lingers in the heat of Kimberly King Parsons’s debut.
In 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.
Everything is swelling, blooming, glowing, all about to burst, fertile, verdant, ready, wet. It’s summer!
Our monthly column Feminize Your Canon explores the lives of underrated and underread female authors.
Admired by Jackson Pollock, Willem de Kooning, and Robert Lowell, Hyman Bloom’s paintings depict a realm beyond language.
Cooking up recipes drawn from the works of various writers.
In Brazil we knocked the doors of poor people. They answered in threadbare football jerseys, in stained mesh shorts, in Havaianas thin as reeds. We called them humble. We called them receptive. We were Mormon missionaries. We were chest-deep in optimism.
I used to be friendly with a kid called Sam Bamburger, whose mother was the first woman I ever heard of to get divorced. Sam was about nine at the time and up to that point something of an all-American kid, except maybe shorter and paler.
