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Nonfiction
Features
Our culture cherishes a fantasy of a certain writerly existence.
Story of the Week
I am not prepared for postwar Freetown. Postwar Sierra Leone.
Features
The legendary author Robert Stone, in the words of his friends.
Nonfiction
Hemorrhages, it was thought, do not appear for no reason.
Features
We went in search of the vividly remembered missing pages.
Story of the Week
The world is where we brace for a joke that’s about to be played on us.
Story of the Week
I was bold, even reckless, in what I wrote, and in how I wrote it.
Nonfiction
I was happy I had no one to talk to, to be alone. Happy to be in the hospital.
Narrative Outloud
The rhythm and sound is in there to start, and it seems to lead the way.
Nonfiction
Nothing was permanent, no friend I made, no math test I took.
Story of the Week
Any invented quotation, played with confidence, can deceive.
Nonfiction
“Werewolf Seized in Southend!” “Man Who Made Love to Pavements!”
Nonfiction
The clock kept ticking, and the investors bailed out one by one.
Nonfiction
An eye trained only for darkness makes for a lesser path, in art as in life.
Interviews
What counts in the long run is pleasure in conversation with each other.
Story of the Week
The new generation doesn’t play war, which is a shame; they text.
Story of the Week
Kids were just let out of school to spend the summer running in packs.
Nonfiction
Peter Taylor’s stories are jigsaw puzzles of nuance and suggestion.
Story of the Week
The lock surrendered, after a short struggle, to the poker.
Story of the Week
The voyage of the best ship is a zigzag line of a hundred tacks.
Nonfiction
The sex in these fantasies was always a product of love.
Story of the Week
Of the sixteen elephants, one—a lady—completely took my heart.
Narrative High School Writing Contest
Grief is a rude houseguest. She stays up late. She leaves messes.
Narrative Taste
I read cookbooks the way I do poetry, with a willingness to be transported.
Nonfiction
Expulsion. He was out, his course set. One word can turn the key.
Story of the Week
In a job like that you see the dirty work of Empire at close quarters.