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The Blind
By Sigrid Nunez
Duchamp’s Last Riddle
By Jillian SteinhauerBy now, the story has become a legend: in 1917, artist Marcel Duchamp took a urinal, signed it with a pseudonym, and submitted it for an exhibition put on by the Society of Independent Artists—who rejected it. Fountain, as he winkingly titled the…
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Arts & Culture
Breastfeeding
By Alice MattisonIt is like watching Yehudi Menuhin on television. / You see a round face, / mute, busy, / with the look in the eyes / people have when they’re paying
From the Archive, Issue 77
Poetry
An Interview with Jon McGregor
By George SaundersJon McGregor is a fiercely intelligent, very deep well of an (English) human and writer. I’ve spent some of my most memorable moments in that country on stages with Jon, benefitting from the original and soulful way he thinks and talks about fic…
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At Work
from "Misérable Miracle"
By Henri MichauxHenri Michaux, the famous French poet and painter, has long been interested in the effects of mescaline, the drug derived from the Peyotl cactus which traditionally has been taken by the Indians of Mexico and the American Southwest to induce ecstatic religious visions. More recently it has attracted the interest of psychologists investigating the physical roots of mental disorder and of Aldous Huxley who describes his experiences with it in The Doors of Perception.
From the Archive, Issue 15
Miscellaneous
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Redux: Grace Paley (and Our New Book)
By The Paris ReviewEvery week, the editors of The Paris Review lift the paywall on a selection of interviews, stories, poems, and more from the magazine’s archive. You can have these unlocked pieces delivered straight to your inbox every Sunday by signing up for t…
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Redux
The First Day’s Interview
By Norman MailerNorman Mailer on Norman Mailer being Norman Mailer.
From the Archive, Issue 26
Miscellaneous
Sketches for Thy Neighbor's Wife
By Gay TaleseIn order to get to Gay Talese’s study you have to leave his Upper East Side town house and go down the elegantly curling stairs, into another entrance, with another set of keys, and down another flight of steps.
From the Archive, Issue 189
Art & Photography
Jacksongrad
By Harry MathewsMannish Madame Nevtaya slowly cried “Fur bowls!” and the Fideist batter, alert to the sense behind the sound of her words, jogged towards first base. The wind from the northern steppe blew coldly on the close of our season.
