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In 1911, some three hundred Chinese immigrants were murdered in the northern Mexican city of Torreón. How did this happen?
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.
“I began really writing again once I became a mother, and I think this is parallel to a sudden intense fear of death and renewed grief.”
Our monthly column Feminize Your Canon explores the lives of underrated and underread female authors.
“I write novels quickly, which is not my reputation.”
This week, to celebrate the launch of our new book, ‘Writers at Work around the World,’ we’ve lowered the paywall on work by Elena Ferrante, Haruki Murakami, and Jorge Luis Borges.
Cooking up recipes drawn from the works of various writers.
When, thanks to the virtues of wine, / I let go of solid memory and a certain pleasure / seems almost real to me / having secretly picked up a scent / in the john of a friend who uses that scent
The black Lincoln that Mr. Bridge gave her on her forty-seventh birthday was a size too long and she drove it as cautiously as she might have driven a locomotive. People were always blowing their horns at her or turning their heads to stare when they went by. The Lincoln was set to idle too slowly and in consequence the engine sometimes died when she pulled up at an intersection, but as her husband never used the Lincoln and she herself assumed it was just one of those things a…