{"id":101490,"date":"2016-08-12T18:22:32","date_gmt":"2016-08-12T22:22:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/?p=101490"},"modified":"2016-08-12T18:30:48","modified_gmt":"2016-08-12T22:30:48","slug":"all-the-misfits-of-this-world-are-lonely","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2016\/08\/12\/all-the-misfits-of-this-world-are-lonely\/","title":{"rendered":"All the Misfits of This World Are Lonely"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_101493\" style=\"width: 610px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/radclyffehall.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-101493\" class=\"wp-image-101493\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/radclyffehall.jpg\" width=\"600\" height=\"682\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/radclyffehall.jpg 1280w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/radclyffehall-264x300.jpg 264w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/radclyffehall-768x872.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/radclyffehall-901x1024.jpg 901w\" sizes=\"auto, (min-width: 62.5em) 67vw, 100vw\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-101493\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Radclyffe Hall, right, with her lover, Una Troubridge, 1927.<\/p><\/div>\n<p><em>The below comes from a love letter dated October 24, 1934, sent by the English writer Radclyffe Hall to Evguenia Souline, a Russian \u00e9migr\u00e9. Hall, best known for her 1928 novel\u00a0<\/em>The Well of Loneliness<em>, wrote with unprecedented\u00a0openness about her lesbian identity; she often went by the name John. Though she lived with Una Troubridge, pictured above, she carried on a long love affair with Souline. Her letters to Souline are collected in\u00a0<\/em><a href=\"https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/Your-John-Letters-Radclyffe-Literature\/dp\/0814731252\" target=\"_blank\">Your John: The Love Letters of Radclyffe Hall<em>,<\/em><\/a>\u00a0<em>edited by Joanne Glasgow<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>Why is it that the people I write of are so very often lonely people? Are they? I think that perhaps you may be right. I greatly feel the loneliness of the soul\u2014nearly every soul is more or less lonely. Then again: I have been called the writer of \u201cmisfits.\u201d And it may be that being myself a \u201cmisfit,\u201d for as you know, beloved, I am a born invert, it may be that I <u>am<\/u> a writer of \u201cmisfits\u201d in one form or another\u2014I think I understand them\u2014their joys &amp; their sorrows, indeed I know I do, and all the misfits of this world are lonely, being conscious that they differ from the rank and file. When we meet you &amp; I will talk of my work and you shall be my critic, my darling. If you wish to you shall be very rude\u2014but I do hope you like your John\u2019s work just a little. I want you to like my work, Soulina.\u00a0<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>Darling\u2014I wonder if you realize how much I am counting on your coming to England, how much it means to me\u2014it means all the world, and indeed my body shall be all, all yours, as yours will be all, all mine, beloved. And we two will lie close in each others arms, close, close, always trying to lie even closer, and I will kiss your mouth and your eyes and your breasts\u2014I will kiss your body all over\u2014And you shall kiss me back again many times as you kissed me when we were in Paris. And nothing will matter but just we two, we two longing loves at last come together. I wake up in the night &amp; think of these things &amp; then I can\u2019t sleep for my longing, Soulina. This is love\u2014make no mistake about it\u2014love has come to you\u2014you are loved and loved. No one whom you meet is more loved than you are\u2014no one in the whole world can be more loved. When you look at people you can say to yourself in your heart\u2014\u201cI also has [sic] got a lover\u2014I am loved until the love is as pain, as a scourge of whips on my lover\u2019s back, as a fire that torments and consumes my lover.\u201d Blessed is this lover that torments day and night, night &amp; day, for it also illumines and sustains when the loved one is kind\u2014be kind, then, my Soulina.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">Your John<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The below comes from a love letter dated October 24, 1934, sent by the English writer Radclyffe Hall to Evguenia Souline, a Russian \u00e9migr\u00e9. Hall, best known for her 1928 novel\u00a0The Well of Loneliness, wrote with unprecedented\u00a0openness about her lesbian identity; she often went by the name John. Though she lived with Una Troubridge, pictured [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1033,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1900],"tags":[2193,5733,23925,20568,1741,182,7011,13335,16855,23923,747,23921,23920,23924,23922],"class_list":["post-101490","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-correspondence","tag-1930s","tag-correspondence-2","tag-evguenia-souline","tag-lesbianism","tag-lesbians","tag-letters","tag-loneliness","tag-love-letters","tag-love-notes","tag-misfits","tag-novels","tag-radclyffe-hall","tag-the-well-of-loneliness","tag-una-troubridge","tag-your-john"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"<!-- This site is optimized with the Yoast SEO Premium plugin v25.4 (Yoast SEO v25.4) - https:\/\/yoast.com\/wordpress\/plugins\/seo\/ -->\n<title>All the Misfits of This World Are Lonely: A Love Letter from Radclyffe Hall<\/title>\n<meta name=\"description\" content=\"\u201cWhy is it that the people I write of are so very often lonely people?\u201d\" \/>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2016\/08\/12\/all-the-misfits-of-this-world-are-lonely\/\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"All the Misfits of This World Are Lonely by Radclyffe Hall\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"August 12, 2016 \u2013 The below comes from a love letter dated October 24, 1934, sent by the English writer Radclyffe Hall to Evguenia Souline, a Russian \u00e9migr\u00e9. Hall, best\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2016\/08\/12\/all-the-misfits-of-this-world-are-lonely\/\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"The Paris Review\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:publisher\" content=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/parisreview\/\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:published_time\" content=\"2016-08-12T22:22:32+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:modified_time\" content=\"2016-08-12T22:30:48+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:image\" content=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/radclyffehall.jpg\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:width\" content=\"1280\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:height\" content=\"1454\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:type\" content=\"image\/jpeg\" \/>\n<meta name=\"author\" content=\"Radclyffe Hall\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:card\" content=\"summary_large_image\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:creator\" content=\"@parisreview\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:site\" content=\"@parisreview\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:label1\" content=\"Written by\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data1\" content=\"Radclyffe Hall\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:label2\" content=\"Est. reading time\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data2\" content=\"3 minutes\" \/>\n<script type=\"application\/ld+json\" class=\"yoast-schema-graph\">{\"@context\":\"https:\/\/schema.org\",\"@graph\":[{\"@type\":\"Article\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2016\/08\/12\/all-the-misfits-of-this-world-are-lonely\/#article\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2016\/08\/12\/all-the-misfits-of-this-world-are-lonely\/\"},\"author\":{\"name\":\"Radclyffe Hall\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/#\/schema\/person\/a135e71c9b3d1d137eb89f96b283e03c\"},\"headline\":\"All the Misfits of This World Are Lonely\",\"datePublished\":\"2016-08-12T22:22:32+00:00\",\"dateModified\":\"2016-08-12T22:30:48+00:00\",\"mainEntityOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2016\/08\/12\/all-the-misfits-of-this-world-are-lonely\/\"},\"wordCount\":528,\"publisher\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/#organization\"},\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2016\/08\/12\/all-the-misfits-of-this-world-are-lonely\/#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/radclyffehall.jpg\",\"keywords\":[\"1930s\",\"correspondence\",\"Evguenia Souline\",\"lesbianism\",\"lesbians\",\"letters\",\"loneliness\",\"love letters\",\"love notes\",\"misfits\",\"novels\",\"Radclyffe Hall\",\"The Well of Loneliness\",\"Una Troubridge\",\"Your John\"],\"articleSection\":[\"Correspondence\"],\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\"},{\"@type\":\"WebPage\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2016\/08\/12\/all-the-misfits-of-this-world-are-lonely\/\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2016\/08\/12\/all-the-misfits-of-this-world-are-lonely\/\",\"name\":\"All the Misfits of This World Are Lonely: A Love Letter from Radclyffe Hall\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/#website\"},\"primaryImageOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2016\/08\/12\/all-the-misfits-of-this-world-are-lonely\/#primaryimage\"},\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2016\/08\/12\/all-the-misfits-of-this-world-are-lonely\/#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/radclyffehall.jpg\",\"datePublished\":\"2016-08-12T22:22:32+00:00\",\"dateModified\":\"2016-08-12T22:30:48+00:00\",\"description\":\"\u201cWhy is it that the people I write of are so very often lonely people?\u201d\",\"breadcrumb\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2016\/08\/12\/all-the-misfits-of-this-world-are-lonely\/#breadcrumb\"},\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"ReadAction\",\"target\":[\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2016\/08\/12\/all-the-misfits-of-this-world-are-lonely\/\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2016\/08\/12\/all-the-misfits-of-this-world-are-lonely\/#primaryimage\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/radclyffehall.jpg\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/radclyffehall.jpg\"},{\"@type\":\"BreadcrumbList\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2016\/08\/12\/all-the-misfits-of-this-world-are-lonely\/#breadcrumb\",\"itemListElement\":[{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":1,\"name\":\"Home\",\"item\":\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":2,\"name\":\"All the Misfits of This World Are Lonely\"}]},{\"@type\":\"WebSite\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/#website\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/\",\"name\":\"The Paris Review\",\"description\":\"The best prose, interviews, poetry, and art. Since 1953.\",\"publisher\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/#organization\"},\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"SearchAction\",\"target\":{\"@type\":\"EntryPoint\",\"urlTemplate\":\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/?s={search_term_string}\"},\"query-input\":{\"@type\":\"PropertyValueSpecification\",\"valueRequired\":true,\"valueName\":\"search_term_string\"}}],\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\"},{\"@type\":\"Organization\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/#organization\",\"name\":\"The Paris Review\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/\",\"logo\":{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/#\/schema\/logo\/image\/\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/tpr-hadada-roundell-logo-square.png\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/tpr-hadada-roundell-logo-square.png\",\"width\":696,\"height\":696,\"caption\":\"The Paris Review\"},\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/#\/schema\/logo\/image\/\"},\"sameAs\":[\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/parisreview\/\",\"https:\/\/x.com\/parisreview\",\"https:\/\/www.instagram.com\/parisreview\"]},{\"@type\":\"Person\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/#\/schema\/person\/a135e71c9b3d1d137eb89f96b283e03c\",\"name\":\"Radclyffe Hall\",\"image\":{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/815992c0377cecf749a73b75fde5f6dec71f08e2ca6f02bcf4086c508dddbd3b?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/815992c0377cecf749a73b75fde5f6dec71f08e2ca6f02bcf4086c508dddbd3b?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"caption\":\"Radclyffe Hall\"},\"url\":\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/author\/rhall\/\"}]}<\/script>\n<!-- \/ Yoast SEO Premium plugin. -->","yoast_head_json":{"title":"All the Misfits of This World Are Lonely: A Love Letter from Radclyffe Hall","description":"\u201cWhy is it that the people I write of are so very often lonely people?\u201d","robots":{"index":"index","follow":"follow","max-snippet":"max-snippet:-1","max-image-preview":"max-image-preview:large","max-video-preview":"max-video-preview:-1"},"canonical":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2016\/08\/12\/all-the-misfits-of-this-world-are-lonely\/","og_locale":"en_US","og_type":"article","og_title":"All the Misfits of This World Are Lonely by Radclyffe Hall","og_description":"August 12, 2016 \u2013 The below comes from a love letter dated October 24, 1934, sent by the English writer Radclyffe Hall to Evguenia Souline, a Russian \u00e9migr\u00e9. Hall, best","og_url":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2016\/08\/12\/all-the-misfits-of-this-world-are-lonely\/","og_site_name":"The Paris Review","article_publisher":"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/parisreview\/","article_published_time":"2016-08-12T22:22:32+00:00","article_modified_time":"2016-08-12T22:30:48+00:00","og_image":[{"width":1280,"height":1454,"url":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/radclyffehall.jpg","type":"image\/jpeg"}],"author":"Radclyffe Hall","twitter_card":"summary_large_image","twitter_creator":"@parisreview","twitter_site":"@parisreview","twitter_misc":{"Written by":"Radclyffe Hall","Est. reading time":"3 minutes"},"schema":{"@context":"https:\/\/schema.org","@graph":[{"@type":"Article","@id":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2016\/08\/12\/all-the-misfits-of-this-world-are-lonely\/#article","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2016\/08\/12\/all-the-misfits-of-this-world-are-lonely\/"},"author":{"name":"Radclyffe Hall","@id":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/#\/schema\/person\/a135e71c9b3d1d137eb89f96b283e03c"},"headline":"All the Misfits of This World Are Lonely","datePublished":"2016-08-12T22:22:32+00:00","dateModified":"2016-08-12T22:30:48+00:00","mainEntityOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2016\/08\/12\/all-the-misfits-of-this-world-are-lonely\/"},"wordCount":528,"publisher":{"@id":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/#organization"},"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2016\/08\/12\/all-the-misfits-of-this-world-are-lonely\/#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/radclyffehall.jpg","keywords":["1930s","correspondence","Evguenia Souline","lesbianism","lesbians","letters","loneliness","love letters","love notes","misfits","novels","Radclyffe Hall","The Well of Loneliness","Una Troubridge","Your John"],"articleSection":["Correspondence"],"inLanguage":"en-US"},{"@type":"WebPage","@id":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2016\/08\/12\/all-the-misfits-of-this-world-are-lonely\/","url":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2016\/08\/12\/all-the-misfits-of-this-world-are-lonely\/","name":"All the Misfits of This World Are Lonely: A Love Letter from Radclyffe Hall","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/#website"},"primaryImageOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2016\/08\/12\/all-the-misfits-of-this-world-are-lonely\/#primaryimage"},"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2016\/08\/12\/all-the-misfits-of-this-world-are-lonely\/#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/radclyffehall.jpg","datePublished":"2016-08-12T22:22:32+00:00","dateModified":"2016-08-12T22:30:48+00:00","description":"\u201cWhy is it that the people I write of are so very often lonely people?\u201d","breadcrumb":{"@id":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2016\/08\/12\/all-the-misfits-of-this-world-are-lonely\/#breadcrumb"},"inLanguage":"en-US","potentialAction":[{"@type":"ReadAction","target":["https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2016\/08\/12\/all-the-misfits-of-this-world-are-lonely\/"]}]},{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2016\/08\/12\/all-the-misfits-of-this-world-are-lonely\/#primaryimage","url":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/radclyffehall.jpg","contentUrl":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/radclyffehall.jpg"},{"@type":"BreadcrumbList","@id":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2016\/08\/12\/all-the-misfits-of-this-world-are-lonely\/#breadcrumb","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"name":"Home","item":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"name":"All the Misfits of This World Are Lonely"}]},{"@type":"WebSite","@id":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/#website","url":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/","name":"The Paris Review","description":"The best prose, interviews, poetry, and art. Since 1953.","publisher":{"@id":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/#organization"},"potentialAction":[{"@type":"SearchAction","target":{"@type":"EntryPoint","urlTemplate":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/?s={search_term_string}"},"query-input":{"@type":"PropertyValueSpecification","valueRequired":true,"valueName":"search_term_string"}}],"inLanguage":"en-US"},{"@type":"Organization","@id":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/#organization","name":"The Paris Review","url":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/","logo":{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/#\/schema\/logo\/image\/","url":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/tpr-hadada-roundell-logo-square.png","contentUrl":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/tpr-hadada-roundell-logo-square.png","width":696,"height":696,"caption":"The Paris Review"},"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/#\/schema\/logo\/image\/"},"sameAs":["https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/parisreview\/","https:\/\/x.com\/parisreview","https:\/\/www.instagram.com\/parisreview"]},{"@type":"Person","@id":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/#\/schema\/person\/a135e71c9b3d1d137eb89f96b283e03c","name":"Radclyffe Hall","image":{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/","url":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/815992c0377cecf749a73b75fde5f6dec71f08e2ca6f02bcf4086c508dddbd3b?s=96&d=mm&r=g","contentUrl":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/815992c0377cecf749a73b75fde5f6dec71f08e2ca6f02bcf4086c508dddbd3b?s=96&d=mm&r=g","caption":"Radclyffe Hall"},"url":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/author\/rhall\/"}]}},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101490","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1033"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=101490"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101490\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":101499,"href":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101490\/revisions\/101499"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=101490"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=101490"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=101490"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}