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Behind the Mask of Corruption
By Rich Cohen
Suite for A. W. N. Pugin
By G. C. WaldrepPUGINI was reading a biography of Pugin. Architecturewas how Pugin avoided God.This much is evident. When he slipped out at nightto drift down to the water he was a smoke.He did not look up at the moon. We can be surethat any bargain he made was intentionalespecially those he bound in straps made of snow. PUGINI was reading a biography of Pugin. Exileis something like a hearse is something, tungstenor zinc. You are born through it. Some fewemerge from that labor wearing somethingtheir lovers, l…
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Poetry
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
Cooking with Varlam Shalamov
By Valerie StiversValerie Stivers rises to the challenge of baking Russian rye bread, which appears in nearly all of Varlam Shalamov’s short stories.
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Eat Your Words
Feminize Your Canon
By The Paris ReviewOur monthly column Feminize Your Canon explores the lives of underrated and underread female authors.
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Poets on Couches: Lynn Melnick
By Lynn MelnickLynn Melnick reads a Sharon Olds poem about finding sensuality in unlikely places.
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Poets on Couches
Eat Your Words
By Valerie StiversCooking up recipes drawn from the works of various writers.
Eat Your Words
The Paris Review Podcast Season 2
By The Paris Review and StitcherToni Morrison, Philip Roth, Jason Alexander, Charlotte Rampling, Danez Smith, Sarah Manguso, Salman Rushdie, Molly Ringwald, Jenny Slate, Devendra Banhart, and more
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Diary of a Country Mouse
By Jesse BallThursday, 10 December. Giles shows us the sample mice and I am, as if for the first time, overcome with joy. Perhaps when I was a child I had feelings like this—but not in many years. I look, for instance, at a small gray mouse, smaller than the others, and it is as if I am seeing (anything) for the first time. He moves among his neighbors so swiftly and yet without error—as if on a track, as if held up by threads from above that prompt him. For reasons I cannot yet fathom, the edge of t…
