THE GRAVE ON THE WALL performs a memorial in linked essays to the author’s grandfather Midori Shimoda while scraping away at the grounds for such a memorial, for any memorial.

Kansastan, a hilarious novel, is perhaps even more surreal than Governor Brownback’s political credulity.

There is no clear evidence that Lida Senior’s eldest child dismissed, disbelieved or, heart of hearts, disagreed with the opinion that she lacked beauty capital in its fullest payload sense. As such, and if so, charming for Estelle Oldham Franklin Faulkner would have to do the trick.

Ríos develops the dream as a genre to itself — a real fiction, a fictional real.

THE GRAVE ON THE WALL performs a memorial in linked essays to the author’s grandfather Midori Shimoda while scraping away at the grounds for such a memorial, for any memorial.

Kansastan, a hilarious novel, is perhaps even more surreal than Governor Brownback’s political credulity.

Ríos develops the dream as a genre to itself — a real fiction, a fictional real.

Fernández does something vitally important here, something rare in American narratives of collective protest: she does not equate uncertainty with foolishness.

Failure or success can only be defined by the individual artist, and that fact is one I hold close nowadays. Within that knowledge lies the ultimate connection in what I’ve written over the years.

Steve Abbot’s writing often asks the reader to be open to self-critique and surprise, to be open to the process of discovering new avenues for thought, whether hyperbolic, or crass, or even wrongheaded.

Bierce’s cynicism of our institutions, the rich, religion, and common beliefs could have been written yesterday.

I admire those who took a principled position and paid the price for it. They fought on battlefields too. Their battlefields were behind the tall, concrete walls of federal penitentiaries.

There is no clear evidence that Lida Senior’s eldest child dismissed, disbelieved or, heart of hearts, disagreed with the opinion that she lacked beauty capital in its fullest payload sense. As such, and if so, charming for Estelle Oldham Franklin Faulkner would have to do the trick.

Does Language poetry have a public? If not, and for want of one, whose interests does it serve instead?

Hwang Sok-yong is committed to representing the Koreans—on both sides of the 38th parallel—hurt or left behind by South Korea’s rapid technological and economic progress.

I wonder if, by revisiting places of queer erasure, both of the city and my own, and by using movement as a method for storytelling, I could re-map and re-narrate my queer disorientation within Plymouth.

The decade’s best books, as selected by the editors of Full Stop.

Translator Magdalena Edwards interviews Jennifer Croft, the translator of Nobel-winner Olga Tokarczuk.

Time and history are not linear in structure, in other words, but lyric.

Graffiti just does not speak to me. Not like tapestries do.