So cliquish is the New York media cartel that novels by its members are often assumed to have an intimate cast of characters. ‘Who’s in it?’ the brusque and formidable Philip Rahv would ask when a fiction manuscript landed on his desk at the Partisan Review. (Rahv himself was left smarting whe…
Isis in Darkness
Margaret Atwood presents a man pining for his lost love over decades.
Do Not Say We Have Nothing
An extract from Madeleine Thien‘s Man-Booker shortlisted novel.
Zulu Romeo Foxtrot
Douglas Coupland on rock-star font Helvetica.
In Sight of the Lake
A women looks for control in a story by Alice Munro.
A mildewed dystopia from Camilla Grudova.
Notes from New York
‘Now and then it can appear that an entire magazine is opening up the silks, searching for a soft place to land.’
Water, Water, Everywhere
Darrell Hartman on water: from diving to climate change, hurricanes Irma and Harvey to the advent of ‘Blue Mind’.
On Jesus’ Son
‘Jesus’ Son is a song, a glorious clear hymn, full of the notes of bad decisions, of rotten fucking luck, of causing real and lasting damage to yourself and to the people around you.’