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Running into My Dead Mother at 7-Eleven
I didn’t notice you at first, not even when I held the door open, but as you moved past me with a thank you, I glimpsed your cream macramé top, the one I almost kept when I cleared out your closet. Beautiful. It stood out against the dull T-shirt and
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Sorry, Peter Pan, We’re Over You
Sabrina Orah Mark’s monthly column, Happily, focuses on fairy tales and motherhood. On the day before Halloween, my son’s teacher tells me, with the seriousness of a funeral director, that Noah has decided he does not want to be Peter Pan after all.
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Translation As An Arithmetic Of Loss
More than half of my life has been lived in translation. I moved to America when I was eighteen, and although my mother tongue is Spanish, I am so fluent in English that I talk like a native speaker. When you live between languages, the conversion of
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The Hemingway Marlin Fish Tournament
Joe Russell and Ernest Hemingway with a marlin, Havana Harbor, 1932 (young man at left not identified). Photograph in the Ernest Hemingway Photograph Collection, John F. Kennedy Presidential Library and Museum, Boston. Public domain. On March 4, 1960
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The Postmenopausal Novel
Sidonie-Gabrielle Colette in Paris, 1935. There are few books for those of us on the other side of fertility. There’s a whole literary genre, the coming-of-age novel, that details with wonder and reverence the moment in which girls become sexual, and
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What It Is to Wake Up
John William Waterhouse, Miranda, 1875, oil on canvas, 30″ x 40″. Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons. It was hard to fully appreciate The Awakening when I first read it, given to me by my sophomore-year English teacher to appease my rage against al
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Susannah Hunnewell’s Joie de Vivre
The Paris Review is mourning the loss of our publisher Susannah Hunnewell, who died this past weekend at her home in New York at the age of fifty-two. Her contributions to the magazine were immeasurable. You can read our more formal obituary here, an
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Redux: In Memoriam, Susannah Hunnewell
Susannah Hunnewell in 2017, at the magazine’s Spring Revel. Courtesy of The Paris Review. The Paris Review is mourning the loss of our publisher and friend, Susannah Hunnewell. Over the course of her long affiliation with the magazine—she began as an
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Susannah Hunnewell, 1966–2019
Photograph by Stephen Andrew Hiltner. The Paris Review mourns the loss of publisher Susannah Hunnewell, friend, colleague, and luminous presence at the magazine for three decades, who passed away on June 15 at her home in New York. She was 52. Susann
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Staff Picks: Jai Paul, Journalists, and Just Policies
Olga Tokarczuk. Photo: © K. Dubiel. How to describe Olga Tokarczuk’s Drive Your Plow over the Bones of the Dead? Unlike her Man Booker International Prize–winning novel Flights, Drive Your Plow over the Bones of the Dead—first published in Poland in
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Fecund Sounds Like a Swear
In this series on the summer solstice, which will run every Friday through June 21, Nina MacLaughlin wonders what summer’s made of. MAX PECHSTEIN, Ein Sonntag, 1921 The delights of summer are earthly. An older friend lives for pleasure. Just north of
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Mystical, Squishy, Distinctly Unsettling
A list of words that could describe Hyman Bloom’s work: loud, abstract, mystical, colorful, squishy, fleshy, grotesque, distinctly unsettling. But Bloom aimed to communicate beyond language. When thirteen of his paintings appeared in a group show at
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Mustard, the Color of Millennial Candidates, Problematic Lattes, and Aboriginal Paintings
PHOTO: SUZANNE CORDEIRO/AFP/GETTY IMAGES. Late last year, I found myself in a meeting with three other women, and we were all dressed identically. Blue jeans of various washes, clumpy, Chelsea-style black boots with pull-on tabs, parkas (shed over th
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Other People’s Photographs
Over the years I’ve accumulated thousands of other people’s photographs. I began buying them in the early eighties, at flea markets and in junk shops. At first, I rarely paid more than a nickel or a dime. I was drawn to those that contained some aest
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The Soviet Tolstoy’s Forgotten Novel
Vasily Grossman. Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons. Vasily Grossman’s Life and Fate has been hailed as a twentieth-century War and Peace. It has been translated into most European languages, and also into Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Turkish, and Vi
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On Summer Crushing
Whitney Houston in 1991 Friends and heartthrobs of the past, future, and present: where I am now, the temperature has begun its slow climb, and summer is preparing its eviction notice for all the gentle breezes and drives with windows down and the in
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Monstrous Cute: An Interview with Mona Awad
Mona Awad (Photo: Brigitte Lacombe) Mona Awad’s first novel, the prismatic and devastating 13 Ways of Looking at a Fat Girl, started working its way into me by the end of the second chapter. I’d been feeling awful for the protagonist, Lizzie—it’s har
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Redux: Lost Causes Confound
Every week, the editors of The Paris Review lift the paywall on a selection of interviews, stories, poems, and more from the magazine’s archive. You can have these unlocked pieces delivered straight to your inbox every Sunday by signing up for the Re
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Farewell to Dr. John, Wherever You Is Now
Dr. John at the 2007 New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival (photo: Derek Bridges) There was a press junket, and at the last minute someone with real credibility dropped out, and I was invited to fill in even though I was only a teenager. A number of u
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The Anonymous Diary
I had her diary in the top left drawer of my desk, held together by the cutout bottom of a paper grocery sack. She’d been eighty-six years old in 1968—the first of the five full years she recorded. I didn’t know her. I had her diary because the perso
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Re-Imagining Masculinity
“No homo,” says the boy, barely visible in the room’s fading light, as he cradles my foot in his palms. He is kneeling before me—this 6’2” JV basketball second stringer—as I sit on his bed, my feet hovering above the shag. His head is bent so that th
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Feminize Your Canon: Catherine Carswell
Our monthly column Feminize Your Canon explores the lives of underrated and underread female authors. Catherine Carswell The life and career of the gifted Glaswegian writer Catherine Carswell was marked by such alarming and recurrent notoriety that h
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We Are All Scared by What We Aren’t Saying
IML Winners’ Kiss, 1980. From the International Mr. Leather collection, Leather Archives & Museum, Chicago, Illinois. As fall begins to exert its emptying onto Chicago, I become aware both that the cold is near and that I’ve barely had sex since movi
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Staff Picks: Bunnies, Berries, and Baffling Omissions
Mona Awad. Photo: Brigitte Lacombe. Mona Awad’s prose is dangerous. She crafts beautiful meals laced with poison; her new novel Bunny is a satirical glimpse into elite education that transforms a college into the deep, dark woods of a fairy tale. Set
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Cooking with Ntozake Shange
In Valerie Stivers’s Eat Your Words series, she cooks up recipes drawn from the works of various writers. Ntozake Shange (1948–2018) is one of those writers who just don’t want to stay on the page. The book that made her famous was not a book, reall
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In Summer We’re Reborn
In this series on the summer solstice, which will run every Friday through June 21, Nina MacLaughlin wonders what summer’s made of. Max Pechstein, Frische Brise, 1921 We start in the stars and move to the womb, which is to say water, which is to say
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Beach Life
No one captures the colorful, blissful chaos of the beach like the British photographer Martin Parr. Some of his seaside shots swim with the verve of a Hieronymus Bosch painting. Others are spare, dotted with tiny figures who are nearly swallowed up
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On Effort and Letting Go
Creative Commons License: alexanderward12 Every writer has a carburetor, unique to herself, that measures out a mist of fuel for the volume of flowing air in the cylinder of her imagination. A plug provides the spark, the fuel ignites, and off she go
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The Tale of Genji: What Is It?
A woodblock print from 1852 featuring a scene from The Tale of Genji The Tale of Genji—what is it? It is a super-long, super-detailed proto-novel, written in Japan in the early years of the eleventh century. It was written by a woman whose personal n
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Survival as a Creative Force: An Interview with Ocean Vuong
Two years ago, I listened to Ocean Vuong read poems from Night Sky with Exit Wounds in a crowded university hall. At the far end of the room, I leaned forward, closed my eyes, and heard his voice as if he were right next to me. Vuong reads with preci
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