Literature

What sort of man kisses a secretary at an office party and expects his wife to praise him for going no further? What sort of man quits an affair because it’s too

When I was young, I’d sometimes come home from school on the cusp of tears—the memory of however I’d been mistreated that day still fresh like black paint. My parents

David Foster Wallace was somehow able to crawl into the synapses of the American psyche. And, terrifyingly, he was able to write about it. No one of his generation was more able to

“Genius is nothing more nor less than childhood recovered at will.” —Baudelaire In his essay “Exiles,” Chilean novelist Roberto Bolaño writes, “All literature carries exiles within it, whether the writer has had to

“To be brave, knowing beforehand that you’ll be defeated, and to go out and fight: that’s literature.” —Roberto Bolaño Some years ago, while flipping through a British literary magazine, I did