Then owner of the only secular Yiddish bookstore in New York is “praying for a white knight” to save it. The PEN American Center issues a statement in support of the proposed Park51 Community Center:…
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Archive for the ‘Books’ category
In The News: The Last Yiddish Bookstore, Eight Minus Kate
August 31st, 2010Anne Carson: “The ‘Ode To Man’ From Sophocles’ Antigone.”
August 16th, 2010p align=right>Many terribly quiet customers exist but none more
terribly quiet than Man:
his footsteps pass so perilously soft across the sea
in marble winter,
up the stiff blue waves and every . . .
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20 Under 40 Fiction Q. & A.: TéA Obreht.
August 15th, 2010Téa Obreht was featured in The New Yorker’s 20 Under 40 Fiction Issue. Her story will appear later in the summer.
When were you born?
September 30, 1985.
Where?
Belgrade . . .
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David Bezmozgis: “The Train Of Their Departure.”
August 12th, 2010
In the spring of 1976, before the start of their affair, before he became her husband, before she knew anything about him, Polina had noticed Alec in one or another of the V.E.F. buildings, always looking vaguely, childishly amused.
“If my Papatchka ran the factory, maybe I’d . . .
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Alice Fulton: “Claustrophilia.”
August 11th, 2010
It’s just me throwing myself at you,
romance as usual, us times us,
not lust but moxibustion,
a substance burning close
to the body as possible
without risk of immolation.
Nearness without contact
causes numbness. Analgesia.
Pins and needles. As the snugness
of the surgeon’s glove . . .
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David Bezmozgis: “The Train Of Their Departure.”
August 10th, 2010
In the spring of 1976, before the start of their affair, before he became her husband, before she knew anything about him, Polina had noticed Alec in one or another of the V.E.F. buildings, always looking vaguely, childishly amused.
“If my Papatchka ran the factory, maybe I’d . . .
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Anthony Carelli: “The Sabbath.”
August 9th, 2010
We weren’t speaking. It was snowing, temps dipping
into the teens. You and I were playing Frisbee
because we’d fought all day, and it’s a tonic
to get outside and throw the sharp disk at one another
with cold dumb hands. Then the animals . . .
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In The News: P. D. James Turns Ninety, E-Books Under Scrutiny
August 8th, 2010
Why is it so unsettling to read memoirs about grief? Five Kentucky men have been arrested for a book-selling scam. Strict etiquette. Judgment by peers. New media may be making teen-age love affairs more like…
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Dana Goodyear: “Dormant.”
August 3rd, 2010We want this.
The end to sleeping, the bittersweet
arousal, the peeling back, the soft bath
in resin, the release. It can’t come quick
enough, the hot touch that breaks the crust
and lets us go. Hear it now: a crackling,
as the woods begin to sing alongside . . .
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Stieg’S Sinister Sweden
August 2nd, 2010When news emerged last month that Stieg Larsson’s fourth, unfinished book is set largely in Canada, the announcement forced some nagging worries—only incipient when I was reading the trilogy—to float prominently to the surface of…
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