October 1, 2018
On Writing What You Know
I have in my hands the final volume of Karl Ove Knausgaard’s My Struggle—it has the now-familiar square shape of an Archipelago Books publication and a yellow cover with an […]
May 24, 2018
On “The Death of the Novel”
Declaring that the novel is dead sometimes feels like a pastime as old as the novel itself. Even men in the nineteenth century would lament how the novel was being […]
August 12, 2012
Vidal, Bradbury, and misanthropic virtue
That people die, authors included, is no strange fact—but it is made strange by the deaths of authors so large they seem immovable, pillars of the craft exempt from time […]