“How many for this much, fam?”
The black boy means wings, chicken wings. He pulls change from his trousers and puts it on the counter, lifts his cap, scratches under it. Farid looks at the money. “Four,” he guesses.
The Ethiopian novelist picks a lyrical novel in which the central character is a house, a biography of an iconic revolutionary, and a fictional exploration of the real-life trial and execution of Julius and Ethel Rosenberg.
By the early 1920s E. McKnight Kauffer was already so popular that a waiting billboard would trail his imminent arrival like a movie star: “A New McKnight Kauffer Poster Will Appear Here Shortly.”
If there’s anything new to say about pop’s most celebrated band, Craig Brown has found it.
“The essay is alive; there is no reason to despair,” wrote Virginia Woolf. At the Deep Water Literary Fest in 2019, we gathered four essay writers to discuss how this statement still holds true. While the pandemic made it impossible to meet for a second iteration of the discussion this past year, we find solace by distilling the thoughts offered to us by Alexander Chee, Sloane Crosley, Laura Kipnis, and Luc Sante. This discussion was moderated by professor and poet Sandra Lim.
It is simple enough to say that since books have classes – fiction, biography, poetry – we should separate them and take from each what it is right that each should give us. Yet few people ask from books what books can give us. Most commonly we come to books with blurred and divided minds, […]
In his new book, Feline Philosophy: Cats and the Meaning of Life, the philosopher John Gray mines his lifetime studying cats to test the limits of western philosophy. In this extract, Gray asserts that a cat’s lack of self and ability to live in the moment is a strength that humans can only wish they had.
Launching a literary journal in 1974, it turns out, was not all that different to launching one in 2020. You needed two conditions: a pool of talented writers and money.
For Emma Tennant, the descendant of Scottish aristocrats, there was no problem fulfilling the first condition. “I’ve just met Jimmy Ballard,” she writes on the first page of The Burnt Diaries, her account of running a small literary magazine while embarking on a torturous affair (is there any other?) with the poet Ted Hughes, then widely seen as complicit in Sylvia Plath’s suicide.
‘If I left England,’ Ted says, and chooses the most melodious of his many tones of voice to deliver the punchline, ‘I have a feeling England would collapse. We’re a little tribe here, you know, with the Queen looking after us. Where would I go?’
The art director Julien Rothenstein talks about the trials and tribulations of designing a literary journal in 1970s Britain. What were your first impressions of Emma Tennant? Julian Rothenstein: After I met Emma, within three days I was driving around in her ancient Mercedes Benz with The Supremes blasting out of the sound system. I […]