Aileen Keown Vaux and I share an obsession with what it means to be from the West—the particular gothic weirdness of the region, the grandeur and threat of its landscapes and the histories of ...
I stared at the bracelet on my mother’s arm. At first glance I’d thought it was ugly. Odd stones, rough and discolored. Off-white but not like pearls or opals, more like soiled linen. And it got worse ...
Bartman: Reading books is one of the great joys of my life, and interpreting a book into visual language that, in some way, ...
Yiyun Li writes love stories. In her latest novel, Music Against the Night (Farrar, Straus, Giroux, 2026) —as in past novels, the author’s short fiction, and memoir writing—she explores several kinds ...
A little person is sitting outside my front door, cross-legged on the welcome mat. And when I say little person, I’m not talking about someone with dwarfism, and certainly not anyone from real ...
In December 2021, writer Alex McMillan created the “Yankee Candle’s Stages of Abstraction.” They described a series of increasingly abstract Yankee Candle scents. The lower levels represent physical ...
I underwent, in the spring I turned twelve, a certain crisis of bodily matters. I use the word “crisis” in the sense of a sudden revelation of the wants and needs of the body. In the rural landscape ...
There is a video I have watched only once. A man in Al Fashir, in Sudan’s Darfur region, holds his phone to his face. He is calling his son. The footage moves the way all footage of this kind moves, ...
I have a scar that runs from my hip to my knee, and for years I described it the way a doctor would: fracture, plate, six screws. The morning before the surgery, I remember staring at the ceiling of a ...
Between the angular cuts of the typography, the searing red letterforms, and the torn wallpaper, the cover of Our Cut of Salt conveys layers of dread—which is apropos for a novel branded “a ...
Alice liked D.C best when the sludgy Potomac was still a mirror, a few rowers scratching the surface like skimmers or heteroptera gerridae, legs spread wide enough to balance on surface tension alone.