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A Painter Is Being Beaten: Freud and Kantarovsky
How to stay with this painful stirring? In Freud, the artist always did this best, somehow working at the limit of repression ...
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A Pretty Girl, a Novel with Voices, and Ring-Tailed Lemurs
Extracts from forthcoming books by Kathryn Davis, Jane DeLynn, N. H. Pritchard, Katherine Rundell, and Izumi Suzuki.
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The City Is Covered in Snow: From the Notebooks of Orhan Pamuk
Orhan Pamuk is the author of twelve novels, the memoir Istanbul, three works of nonfiction, and two photography books, and the recipient of the 2006 Nobel Prize in Literature. Memories of Distant ...
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On Writing Advice and the People Who Give It
The Canadian writer Sam Shelstad’s third book, The Cobra and the Key, is a funny and charming satire of writing advice and the people who give it. The book is in the form of a writing manual, and its ...
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The Black Venus: For Max Ernst
of Sedona, Arizona, with a blank book for poems. Didn't we emerge from the same prehistoric egg amid sparks of jet & obsidian embedded in the hills of Montmartre? "Only Negroes can excite Paris." ...
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from Notes from a Child of Paradise
Of time so long and I’d assumed, wrongly, ...
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Poet at Seventy-Eight
You wonder who in the world are the people who actually use stool cards. They’re the very same scum who sell drugs to little kids in school yards.
The Paris Review8d
The Jewish Furrier Explains the Search for Beauty
Remember where I came from. Think of a continent of sabled czars. Leave your home. Let exile fill your mouth like the lost language of the child. Understand the reason. A man who would not wear the ...
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Notes for Illustrations: Grimm's Fairy Tales
The Pulitzer Prize–winning poet Sharon Olds discusses sex, religion, and writing poems that “women were definitely not supposed to write,” in an excerpt from her Art of Poetry interview with Jessica ...
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Murdering the New Neighbor's Kid
It was only a Daisy, the kind sold by coupon off the backs of comic books: Gee Dad it’s a Daisy! He grins up at his father from the package where—cradled like Jesus—lies the gun.