November 18, 2021
He attracted and maintained an aura of possibility.
November 18, 2021
He attracted and maintained an aura of possibility.
July 22, 2021
From that point on she was fully formed, and she could write about whatever she liked
When I read In the Freud Archives for the first time, I understood myself to be looking for facts, dates, quotations—material. The material was there, and like a good nonfiction writer I dutifully underlined and annotated, but I also found that the particulars of the story she told had difficulty competing with the writing she used to tell it.
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July 15, 2021
Even at the Whole Foods, they were seeing genres and taking them apart.
Gregg Bordowitz, Lauren Michele Jackson, Andrea Long Chu, Anahid Nersessian, Tavia Nyong'o, H. A. Sedgwick, Caleb Smith, Jean-Thomas Tremblay
April 12, 2021
To put it simply: DMX sang the blues.
February 19, 2021
Brit Bennett, Peter Blackstock, Ariel Chu, Jonathan Dee, Mark Doten, Jane Hu, Claire Jarvis, Mark Krotov, Christopher James Llego, Rachel Ossip, Zeynep Özakat, Allison Pitinii Davis, Angela Qian, Dana Spiotta, Shelley Wong, Su Wu
1992–2020
January 14, 2021
On Joan Micklin Silver (1935–2020)
If, as Manny Farber and Patricia Patterson wrote, the Godfather movies are uppercase filmmaking, the movie synonym for those Gothic friezes that one submissively admires before walking into the garish church that they adorn, then Hester Street is proudly lowercase.
September 1, 2020
There are writers who should not be allowed to vanish and go silent for so long, much as they might prefer to do so
It was the wrong moment in American letters to be a gay, Black man writing about the South. It didn’t matter if you could write a sex scene of the kind that would, twenty years in the future, earn Garth Greenwell a national book award nomination, while also channeling the blues cadences of Alfred Murray. If you weren’t Toni Morrison or, on the mass market side, Terry McMillan, you weren’t anybody. Publishing had no room for a diversity of diversity.
May 30, 2020
Interviews with Larry Kramer (1935–2020) and Gregg Bordowitz
May 19, 2020
You’ve never thought about fighting your father?
March 30, 2020
Thomas de Monchaux, Mark Krotov
On Michael Sorkin, 1948–2020
Sorkin died needlessly, at the hands of a monstrous President he diagnosed better than most back in the summer of 2016, when too many of us dismissed analogy as overstatement. Sorkin began writing for the Village Voice in the late ’70s, his office was up the street from Trump SoHo, and his beat was architecture, money, power, fascism. Of course he understood.
February 13, 2020
I need your advice
February 7, 2020
“Interesting read,” was Kobe’s verdict. “#MuseOn.”
Over the course of several meetings in 2017 and 2018, I taught Kobe and his crew a smattering of ancient history. I had known about him for many years—since he first came to the Lakers. Among my earliest memories of shame comes from his first or second season: I thought that since his team-mate Shaquille O’Neill was clearly somehow Irish, Kobe, too, must be Irish, and so I referred to him (in front of friends, and friends’ parents) as Kobe O’Bryant. I was maybe 8; the memory still stings.