Essays
… of the tiny West African country. In those days, I welcomed just about any and all inquiries that helped me deepen … to salvage, and we lived there until she finished her studies that summer. Over the next few years, we moved from … to convince my new country of my body’s value—and that it also deserved peace? When my father and uncles passed down …
… Unfortunately, it has already been told—more than twice. He points no moral, he says. His account indeed is pointless. … on the aspiring ‘Nineties, already an assured literary and commercial success. Many a reader, fascinated by its nervous … is a post-mortem examination. It tells ye what a counthry died iv. But I’d like to know what it lived iv.” Mr. …
… role. Still, in the midst of our same-colored clothes, our common smell, and our exasperating lack of individuality; … “So she wasn’t dead.” “Dead?” “You said before that she died before you started school. You spoke of her funeral, … the veins stuck out and I held it over the water.” “Funerals. They are the most conventional and comical ceremony we …
Criticism
… for having it, the exhilaration of unbounded flight becomes tainted by all sorts of qualms. Now surviving, now … you shudder; my feet tingled. I thought I was going to die the very next moment. But I didn’t die, and walked four … and every Yes arrives twinned to its brother, No. It’s also a voice that has stimulated many imitators and a “First …
Profiles
… retiring editor of the Virginia Quarterly Review, died Monday of injuries sustained in an automobile collision … 1964. While working there, he met Holton, who went on to become Virginia’s first Republican governor in living memory. … the first to publish the work of novelist T.R. Pearson. He also published a “lost” story of William Faulkner, who had …
… we sat in the kitchen and I made marks where he needed a comma, where he repeated a word, where the line didn’t break … canoeing on the Little Manistee river and fell in, he studied a book and learned how to maneuver that single bend in … gods’ expression of revenge. He thought his daughters’ bodies were his home. I don’t care if the man next door hears …