“When I felt a story rounding off, I took a piece out, because I really want readers to finish it themselves.”
Guadalupe Nettel on resisting resolution, in the latest installment of our partnership with Shakespeare and Company.
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“Mothers can be savages. And they never let you go.”
Guadalupe Nettel on family, the uncanny, and "The Accidentals," in the latest installment of our Shakespeare and Company interviews.
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With the midterms approaching, read Walter Lippmann on the run-up to the 1932 election—a nation in the midst of economic and political crisis, after twelve years of Republican rule. Newly digitized from our Summer 1932 issue: yalereview.org/article/a-rec…
"Shapes we were yet forming—a nest of fingers, a metal
emerging solid, cold, and a smoky
oval blown, as I wished I knew
how, when practicing
as a child, from an effortless mouth."
—Kelly Hoffer, "on one knee" yalereview.org/article/kelly…
"I slept hot that first night, as I had been already
in the throes of a celebration and taken that celebration
out to drink."
"on one knee" by Kelly Hoffer, TYR's Poem of the Week: yalereview.org/article/kelly…
Anne Carson has won the Nobel Prize in Literature! In our Summer 1991 Issue, we published a selection of her "Short Talks."
Revisit them here:
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"He meets various shades she’s bound herself not to see.
He tries to tell her the other women’s plain-jane jobs
so she’ll know they’re just like her."
—Laura Kolbe, "[He meets various shades...]" yalereview.org/article/laura…
"I saw the body at the outer edge of its intelligence… I saw transcendence that read like autonomy, queenliness that could be tradition. I saw freedom." Joanna Biggs on watching Mira Nadon dance Balanchine’s "Symphony in C."
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"It now dawns on the botanist that without his specimens it is as if he has never stepped foot in Surinam, never even left Europe, simply loitered for years in the big busy port city."
—Adam Ehrlich Sachs, "The Flora of Surinam"
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"It is Tuesday, and at the behest
of her mother, I have chosen again
to love her down"
—Joseph Earl Thomas, "Dreaming in Panini" yalereview.org/article/josep…
The first retrospective of Theresa Hak Kyung Cha’s work in twenty-five years is up at Artists Space in New York until November 21. Revisit our folio on "Dictee," with five writers and artists on Cha and her influence.
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On our Substack, Joanna Biggs talks about her piece on ballet in our fall issue—the dancers she is watching now, what writers might learn from the body, and how to see ballet on a budget.
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"My baby’s booty is nothing like the sun,
for one, it is soft."
"Dreaming in Panini" by Joseph Earl Thomas, TYR's Poem of the Week: yalereview.org/article/josep…
"Here was a boy beginning to be possessed by his own sense of self, and perhaps that is always beautiful." Kei Miller on the man behind a Caribbean festival.
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"It is important that he should be the one to give an account of these plants, no one else, least of all his mentor."
—Adam Ehrlich Sachs, "The Flora of Surinam"
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"A boy dreams of meat and chocolate. Another collects what he thinks are the bones of his brother from what was once his house."
—Carolyn Forché, "Texting with the Tents"
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"Anderson could get very worked up while arguing a point. Three times in the five years I lived with him he got so worked up he decided he was having a heart attack." Two sketches by Gwendoline Riley.
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"He was capable of taking off from the point of his own minor perversities—procrastination, prolixity—and supplying a far darker setting for them." Emily Ogden on Poe’s imagination.
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"Look," I said… "I’ve got Moby-Dick mapped out on a single sheet of paper." "That’s nothing," he replied. "I’ve got it on an envelope." Tom McCarthy on Melville and the blank page.
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"My aunt wore a vest and a little hat
and turned the crank on her storytelling machine,
knowing when story met seam not all
of the images moved easily through"
—Chaya Holch, "Crankie Show in Wintertime" yalereview.org/article/chaya…