I came to the work of Harry Crews through word of mouth. A friend was telling me about this fucked-up guy and his book A ...

So this is a big election for you in Italy?’ I asked her. ‘Oh my God!’ she cried, admonishing me. ‘That is an understatement!

An adolescent shriek woke her. Cockerels, she thought, cockerels, with a wry twist to the word. She lay in the dark listening. There was no use in covering her head; the screaming still came through.

It’s weird that Hades, when he dropped, dropped only to the top of Hell. That he didn’t plunge all the way down. And that the first thing he found in Hell was the sublime face of Atlas, who, with the ...

A.M. On election day, all normal time stopped. From early in the morning, friends sent me footage of lines snaking around buildings, through parks, down cit ...

Photograph by Marco Borggreve. Courtesy of Alisa Weilerstein.

Natalie Shapero’s poem “The Top of Hell,” which appears in our recent Fall issue, no. 257, is nominally about the top of Hell, but it is also implicitly about the bottom, the background bits that its ...

Across ten collections of poetry and prose, Dorothea Lasky has shown herself to be a writer of formidable range. One of her books is based on The Shining; another, about Sappho, is forthcoming. Memory ...

The Meadow Event Park in Doswell, Virginia, lies on a few hundred acres of flat land abutted by farms and an amusement park called Kings Dominion. It’s the kind of place where animals and vegetables ...

Only a decade ago, just mentioning the photographer Peter Hujar required explanation. “He took that famous picture of Susan Sontag, recumbent with tired eyes.” Or: “He made gorgeous black-and-white ...

On a low-pollution Sunday last December, the weekend before Christmas, I headed to People’s Park on Shanghai’s Nanjing Road to visit the city’s so-called marriage market: a cluster of footpaths and ...