I imagined myself writing a children’s book, so it makes sense that the result is sort of like an adult children’s book
Shaun Wilson’s debut novel Malc’s Boy – which launched Conduit Books earlier this year – follows Shaun, son of publican Malc, circumventing the expectations of his local community while cultivating his artistic sensibilities. Wilson’s novel tracks Shaun from birth to the completion of his novel, the inner workings and development of which are discussed by […]
Discipline by Larissa Pham is a mental seascape, almost a Moby-Dick of the mind that operates associatively around the challenges of art—formally, critically, and personally. It follows a young woman on a book tour for her debut novel, a revenge thriller about a young woman murdering her sexually abusive art school professor. Where the novel-within-a-novel […]
I was conscious of where it might fit appropriately and naturally. I’ve played enough basketball to know that you can’t force a shot.
Molly McCloy’s new memoir, Nine Grudges: The Spiteful Origins of the Happiest Dyke on Earth, won the 2023 Book Pipeline “Unpublished” Award and the 2023 Quill Prose Award from Red Hen Press. Red Hen will publish her book this month. The story recounts a letter Molly composed to her father, outlining nine times he failed […]
We know intellectually that we’re animals and that we’re mammals and that we function the same as other animals, but we don’t feel like it. And most of the time, we don’t have to really deal with the physicality of living on that intensive level.
I sometimes think artists are born with a built-in extra soul, one that has a natural tendency for the blues. Is it an inborn anointing? Or is it over-confidence, the sheer audacity to flatter myself?
You never hear painters or musicians complain about how painful it is for them to work, but writers frequently moan about it. That lack of pleasure in the work is often palpable when you read it.
This thing is well-documented in Pynchon — technology and capital are one entity
As I was writing, I was wrestling with the way American nationalism (which I think patriotism is usually a euphemism for) devours movements and history.