Escaping the Prison of RealismDarryl Pinckney
I was surprised in Elizabeth Hardwick’s writing class at Barnard when she told us that the mystery of Jay Gatsby was that he was Jewish.
Great Fiction is a Force for PeaceRoxana Robinson
An archaeologist friend told me recently about the discovery of an oral tradition stretching back for 10,000 years. They were stories told by...
In Praise of Edith WhartonRoxana Robinson
A look at the classic author by Roxana Robinson.
The Drip Drip Drip of Another ConsciousnessJane Smiley
Last night, I dreamed about my novel Ten Days In the Hills, not one of my best received, but certainly one that I enjoyed writing.
Morning AfterRoxana Robinson
In a new essay, author Roxana Robinson (Sparta, Cost) reflects on her experiences campaigning for the Democratic Party in...
Abounding and SuperaboundingElizabeth McKenzie
It had been a small reading, the kind one expects of course, and I knew everyone who attended, except for one man who was neither an old friend...
In Response to Jonathan Franzen's New Yorker piece on Edith WhartonRoxana Robinson
“Jonathan Franzen (in his essay in The New Yorker, “A Critic at Large”) addresses “the problem of sympathy” for Edith Wharton
What Else Would a Young Film Star Wear?Maggie O'Farrell
In this essay, Maggie O’Farrell, author of This Must Be the Place, writes about how an unforgettable object found its way into her fiction.
A Fiction for the FutureErik Hoel
At first it happened slowly, then all at once. We are now living in a world that would have been considered science fiction to any twentieth-century novelist.
Remembering Robert StoneRoxana Robinson
“When I first read Robert Stone’s work I was struck by the beauty of the sentences. That’s the way a writer reads, listening to cadence...