“The Review has generally resisted the lure of the themed issue, but occasionally, as if from the subconscious, something like a theme emerges. As press day approached, we noticed that several pieces in the Summer issue conjured the experience of an intense crush."

“It captures something about this strange season we are in, when hope feels almost painful.”

Writing that makes us feel that we are in proximity to another consciousness.

The Review's editor visits Rose Wylie, whose painting adorns the cover of the Winter issue.

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“As usual the world was powdery and blue, like a rococo miniature. I was driving underneath the tree canopy and behind those trees were mansions and their many vehicles, gently arranged on the drive. It was the world as I had always known it, when …

In one of Robert Walser’s Berlin Stories, “In The Electric Tram,” the narrator describes the feeling of well-being that comes with sitting in a moving vehicle on a rainy afternoon: the joy of lighting a cigarette, the satisfaction of composing …

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This past summer, I kept turning to a certain kind of prose: the diaries in Doris Lessing’s The Golden Notebook, the biomythography of Audre Lorde, Elias Canetti’s journals, the field notes of the British psychoanalyst Marion Milner. It seemed to promise me something, but what? The writing sometimes felt unpolished, as if the authors were allowing me to watch them work through a problem. It dealt with obsession, disappointment, depression. It wasn’t an obvious choice for the subway.