It’s Time to Stop Saving Yourself: A Call for Contributors
Frankly, I don’t understand why people don’t read about books all the time. Some of the most important texts in my literary education have been written about books.
Changed Note
In Y, Leslie Adrienne Miller is forced to confront the male brain directly. Named after the chromosome to which we owe our entire sex, Y is an attempt to understand the cruelty, the darkness, and the silence of boys and men.
Still Life
Unlike the majority of photographers, Cindy Sherman seldom captures; she creates. Rarely does she not appear in her work, and as such she invents for herself a new use and purpose in each piece, a new role.
The Reading Graveyard
I felt that pushing myself into new realms of knowledge and discipline would change me. I felt like reading and studying would turn me into someone I wanted to be. I read, therefore, with vengeance
In Defiance of Terror
Rushdie has never been able to hide his disdain for fanaticism’s brutality, but as he stood at the podium it was his sorrow, more than anything, that was most evident. But, he said, “It’s the writers we remember. It’s the writers who outlast the regimes.”
Eaten Alive by Literature
There are two subgroups of launch party in the literary world. Let’s call them, in the taxonomy of events, the genera: Translucent and Opaque. What the fuck does this mean?
Teen Dreams and Time Travel
You’d have to be a unique species of naïf to think questions like these take Molly Ringwald by surprise. Actually, you’d have to be the stupidest person on earth.
Literature, Point-Blank to the Head
On Saturday night, 600 locals packed themselves into NE Minneapolis’s Uppercut Boxing Gym to drink, show off their greyscale outfits, support local literature, and watch writers beat the shit out of each other.
Think After Reading
Sometime in 2010, I got into the habit of writing these things called letters. It’s like blogging, except someone’s listening. Presumably.