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The Spring Revel
To cook from the stories of the fabulous Bruno Schulz, you’ll need pitted cherries, yeast, and a Dungeness crab.
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.
Dear Poets, help me admit my need to change while also holding onto the ability to forgive myself. To forgive, in general.
Our monthly column Feminize Your Canon explores the lives of underrated and underread female authors.
“The book attained a mind of its own, a subjectivity or an autocatalytic machinelike quality.”
To understand America, you can start with Apollo 11 and all that is counterfactual that’s grown around it; that’s when the culture of conspiracy, which is the culture of Donald Trump and fake news, was born.
Cooking up recipes drawn from the works of various writers.
The Paris Review is mourning the loss of our publisher Susannah Hunnewell, who died June 15 at her home in New York at the age of fifty-two. In this post, we are gathering the intimate remembrances of those who knew her well.
Hug me, mother of noise. / Find me a hiding place. / I am afraid of my voice. / I do not like my face.