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A few months ago, as a result of the strange, hazy possession that occurs while sitting in front of the laptop screen, I ...

Just now, I found this list of animals I saw from the car and around venues while on tour: Horses, colts, foals, ponies, ...

For several years when I was growing up, my family drove to Ashland for the Oregon Shakespeare Festival. In Ashland, the main ...

I don’t care how nice you are, becoming a mother grants a certain capacity to take action, like a hot holiday chestnut cracks ...

The Paris Review presents a new audio series: “Personals,” writers reading their first-person essays. Featuring work from ...

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You see I have this broken nose I got when el tico Lizano hit me with a brick because I said it was obviously a foul ...

But she sees “up close, oh, their soft faces and special haircuts, their pimples, their nascent moustaches.” The specter of suburban violence, a persistent concern of Garner’s work, hangs over “our” ...

In Jorge Luis Borges’s short story “The Ethnographer,” a white American graduate student named Fred embeds himself into a Native American tribe. Eventually, he penetrates its “secret doctrine.” His ...

Everybody in the New Wave–nostalgia hotel has their phones out, which makes me pretty much like everybody else. After breezing past the lobby desk, I peek around: slate colors, fresh leather. There ...

I lay motionless for a long time by the little quicksilver stream that even now, at the end of summer, ran constantly down over the last granite steps of the valley floor, with that proverbial babble ...