Letters & Essays
Art & Photography
Lisa Hanawalt is a cartoonist and the production designer and producer of the Netflix series BoJack Horseman. In this strip from her forthcoming book, Coyote Doggirl discovers the pleasures of going off the grid: Lisa Hanawalt is the cr…
I see New Englandly, and the miles gauged in the end are my own / Thousand footsteps measured warily around the sinking neck / Of my father’s hill beneath my crisp worn dress that hangs, / Where it drags, like torn soiled flaps of envelopes. / This is what I wrote: All she knew of the universe is that it created
The color gray is no one’s color. It is the color of cubicles and winter camouflage, of sullage, of inscrutable complexity, of compromise. It is the perfect intermediate, an emissary for both black and white. It lingers, incognito, in this satura…
A little house. Abandoned. Bank with grasses. We must have passed it by a dozen times before we knew it was the place, so undistinguished it was, looking for all the world like any peasant cottage, squatting on its haunches behind a wooden gate closed up to stay with ivy and trumpet vine, mixed impartially in the business of regaining possession. Very dismal and deserted, the way I should always have known it would be.
“Another thing I need to do, when I'm near the end of the book, is sleep in the same room with it. . . . Somehow the book doesn't leave you when you're asleep right next to it.”
I am not by nature a decisive person. Anxiety freights each choice with the potential for disaster, and where possible, I defer. It ought to come as no surprise, then, that I struggled with the decision to have a child—except that even to acknowl…
Tom Keogh's Jazz Drawings from Issue No. 16
All types of porn are horrific / I just watched a woman fuck a hired hand / In her marble kitchen while her friends looked on / The title of the movie was Divorce Party / And throughout his big cock, her skinny thighs / Her friends shouted, Nah girl, now you’re free
Mario Avati is a young Italian living in Paris. Born in Monaco, be was 19 when the war forced him to break off studies at the Ecole des Arts Decoratifs in Nice. After difficult years in Germany he drifted back to Paris and studied painting at the Beaux Arts, but benefited little from the formal training. He learned far more by frequenting the ateliers of Coerg and Cami and others, where he studied the techniques of engraving.