Letters & Essays
Art & Photography
I had been sitting in a lovesick fog, waiting to see Ari Aster’s Hereditary, ever since I first heard about it. I don’t usually follow new movie releases too closely, but I found out about the movie back in January, when people at the Sundance …
In Valerie Stivers’s Eat Your Words series, she cooks up recipes drawn from the works of various writers. The 1940s wartime Shanghai in Love in a Fallen City, a book of short stories by Eileen Chang (1920–1995), is a bitter and glamorous world…
I can’t really remember how I met Tommy. I recollect him first as a smooth cloche of shiny light brown hair sporting the slender plume of a cowlick, a head bent over a book in study hall belonging to someone I’d heard was captain of the tennis team, leader of the Crowd and Sally.
“The reason I don’t like interviews is that I seem to react violently to personal questions.”
While driving back from a party through the warm London night last Monday evening, I decided to tell my girlfriend about Stanley Cavell’s interpretation of Macbeth. The story does not reflect any better on me, if you know the essay in question. I…
To lose your hair, to lose your temper, / if you see what I mean, your precious time, / to fight a losing battle, / losing height and lustre, sorry, / never mind, to lose on points,
One by one they appear in / the darkness: a few friends, and / a few with historical / names. How late they start to shine!
Don’t take me home, at least not yet; / Let’s have another drink, and sit / and talk—I want to be your woman, / but there isn’t any rush. / Let’s take our time, / and think it out.