Kind of Blue
So raw on the page that it infuses you.
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Where the Morning Went
This is autobiography at its most fragmented.
The Baby
Didion circles the images of her past like a wary woman who has found a basket lodged in the reeds that contains a sleeping infant.
Positions of Privilege
Joan Didion is, as we know, a cool customer.
Looking Promiscuously
Hainley’s occasional lashings are needles meant to puncture consensus.
The Apocalyptic Tradition
The exiled person or the category of exile doesn’t exist, especially in regards to literature.
Falling Down
Diffuse? Certainly. Impossible to represent in its fullness? Certainly not.
A Chilling Vietnam Novel: Kent Anderson's "Sympathy for the Devil"
Like it or not, you come to participate in this profane universe, with all its hellish moral ambiguity.
Weaving Spiders Come Not Here
California has always been a home for poets; it’s also always been mostly a poem itself.
In the Ghetto
Even by the standards of bustling Hong Kong, Chungking Mansions gives new meaning to the word "crowded."
Country People
The urban-rural divide did not just happen: it was the result of specific, historical processes.
Dog Poetry
By 1927 Rinty was designated “the most popular performer in the U.S.” but was also named as the correspondent in a divorce.
Paperback Writers: Arthur Machen
H.P. Lovecraft has been regarded as a classic for at least twenty years now; Machen, too, deserves his place in the corrupting sun.
Discovering Tight Clothing
If this sounds like the setup for a sweet love story, it is not.
Growing Up
Each new episode more outlandish than the one before.
Honey and the Long Haul
The public fascination with honeybee loss, however, might have a small silver lining.