Letters & Essays
Art & Photography
Toward the northern reaches of the Appalachian Mountains, at the point where the East Coast ends and the great American Midwest begins, three rivers meet. The Allegheny flows from the north, gathering the tributaries of western New York State. The…
Reading Go Ask Alice—the so-called real diary, first published in 1971, of an anonymous girl who took drugs and died—relates an experience so widely shared that there’s little point personalizing it. Everyone who encounters Go Ask Alice goes …
Mid-July 1955, 889 years after the Battle of Hastings, the townspeople of Auvers, a one-steepled, overgrown tarry town near Paris, woke up to a spanking, hand lettered, red-white-and-blue poster festooned across the front of the cafe A Van Gogh.
“Every novelist should possess a hermaphroditic imagination.”
As often happens when watching a perfect movie, by the time the first shot bloomed across the screen, I nearly forgot I had a body. I would have forgotten entirely except that Phantom Thread made my heart pound and my palms sweat. Friends, this is …
Norman Mailer on Norman Mailer being Norman Mailer.
If we hadn’t stopped on our way to the ceremony to look at the pen of black pigs, we wouldn’t have seen the very large pig lunge at the smaller one, to force him away from the feeding trough.
In a photograph around 1977, Francesca Woodman perches in an armchair in her Providence, Rhode Island, studio. The shot is a long one, and Woodman, set in the background, almost disappears in the disarray of the room.