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This week, we’ve lowered the paywall on Maya Angelou’s Art of Fiction interview, a story by Edward P. Jones, and a poem by Toi Derricotte.
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.
Emily Dickinson’s white dress—one of the only extant articles of the poet’s clothing—has become an emblem of her brilliance and mystery.
Our monthly column Feminize Your Canon explores the lives of underrated and underread female authors.
Phillips in Provincetown, Massachusetts, in 2018. Photo courtesy of Reston Allen.
Since the publication of his first book, In the Blood (1992), Carl Phillips has generated a body of poetry that is singular for its demanding intimacy, its descriptions of the dissonant energies within a self, and its beauty. Phillips has now published thirteen books of poems, which have situated him among the most influential of contemporary American poets. Phillips’s poems wrestle with themes that seem especiall…
After Karina’s death, critics attempted to rehabilitate her life story, but they did so through Godard’s lens. Where, if anywhere, is Karina’s own voice?
Cooking up recipes drawn from the works of various writers.
Toni Morrison, Philip Roth, Jason Alexander, Charlotte Rampling, Danez Smith, Sarah Manguso, Salman Rushdie, Molly Ringwald, Jenny Slate, Devendra Banhart, and more
I was sitting at a long table with a lot of nice things on it. There was a large pitcher of water with an ornate handle that looked like it was made of real silver, and there were forks and spoons. There were apples and small, round appetizers, and a big dead cooked goose. There were so many things that the table underneath was eclipsed entirely; the visible objects obscured even more food, more tableware beneath.
My mother and father were sitting next to each other on the long side of the tab…