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| No. 176: Spring 2006 |
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| Joan Didion on the art of nonfiction: “I was never a big fan of people who don't leave home. I don't know why. It just seems part of your duty in life.” New poems by John Ashbery. New fiction by Alessandro Baricco and Saïd Sayrafiezadeh. Drawings by Yoshihiro Tatsumi. The journals of Tennessee Williams. |
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| No. 177: Summer 2006 |
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| Peter Carey on the “dangers and pleasures” of writing novels. James Tate on the art of poetry: “The thing that was magic about it was that once you put down one word, you could cross it out. . . . I put down mountain, then I'd go, no—valley. That's better.” An encounter with a Serbian terrorist. Sketches and watercolors by Woody Guthrie.
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| No. 178: Fall 2006 |
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| Stephen King on the art of fiction: “They did type me as a horror writer, but I have been able to do all sorts of things within that framework.” Fall poetry folio featuring Billy Collins, Mary Karr, John Drury, and more. New fiction by Mohsin Hamid: “I was the product of an American university; I was earning a lucrative American salary; I was infatuated with an American woman. So why did part of me desire to see America harmed?” An encounter with the woman who was JT LeRoy. |
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| No. 179: Winter 2006 |
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| Javier Marķas on the art of fiction: “Trying to be original is very dangerous. If you say, I'm going to turn literature upside down, most often the result is ludicrous.” New stories by T. C. Boyle and Gish Jen. More from Liao Yiwu's encounters in China: “While the corpse waited at the entrance, the guide walked into the lobby, tapped the counter, and said in a low voice, The god of happiness is here.” Newly discovered work from Joseph Heller: “Abraham was my father. I was his son and his only heir. Without me, where would he be? Where would those promises be that he said he had gotten from his god? Then Isaac came.” Peter Matthiessen remembers William Styron. |
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