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Though V. S. Pritchett is remembered primarily for being one of the best-loved short-story writers of the twentieth century, he was a tireless, genius book critic
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.
This week marks the publication in English of one of the great novels of New York City, and of the twentieth century: ‘Anniversaries,’ by the German writer Uwe Johnson. This is the first of three essays by the translator, Damion Searls.
Our monthly column Feminize Your Canon explores the lives of underrated and underread female authors.
“As a girl—twelve, thirteen years old—I was absolutely certain that a good book had to have a man as its hero, and that depressed me.”
This week, the staff of ‘The Paris Review’ considers the grand roulette of Hollywood, admires casts of smooshed clay, and delights in Anne Boyer tweets by the dozen.
Cooking up recipes drawn from the works of various writers.
If you, X, take this woman, Y / and if you, Y, take this man, X, / you two who have taken each other / many times before, then this / is something to be trusted
The dove returns; it found no resting place;It was in flight all night above the shaken seas;Beneath ark eavesThe dove shall magnify the tiger’s bed; Give the dove peace;The split-tail swallows leave the sill at dawn,At dusk blue swallows shall return.On the third day the crow shall fly;The crow, the crow, the spider-coloured crow,The crow shall find new mud to walk upon.