Articles by Magdalena Edwards

October 21, 2015

American Witches: The Millions Interviews Alex Mar 1

I realized that the word “witch” has a lot of power for me. It’s a scary word to apply to yourself. There was a little shock to me in the realization that I wanted to go that far.

August 10, 2015

A Horribly Marvelous and Delicate Abyss: ‘The Complete Stories’ by Clarice Lispector 2

I have always been fascinated by the fact that Clarice might have been an English language writer. A mere twist of fate that landed the infant Lispector in Brazil heightens the stakes for Clarice’s English-language translators.

September 25, 2014

My Disease Feels Beautiful to Me: On the Work of Raúl Zurita 10

Zurita was carrying a file, the poems that would become the book Purgatorio, when he was arrested the morning of September 11, 1973, and the arresting officers suspected his papers might include coded messages. The senior military officer who made the final decision about Zurita’s potentially subversive writings threw the poems into the sea.

November 26, 2013

I Found a Way to Enter: Diving Into Writing 3

I want to look for my entry onto the page, into a line, an image, a something. The seven-plus-minute song “Reflektor” has become a ritual these days. Blast it louder and maybe the portal will appear. Will I dive in?

November 14, 2012

Playing Telephone with Emily Dickinson and Paul Legault 2

Legault transports Dickinson into mostly fortune-cookie length snippets of contemporary English, a dialect spoken widely in urban pockets like Brooklyn, where increasing numbers of the highly educated and literary classes live, procreate, keep each other amused, and make their own cheese.

January 11, 2012

My Hour of the Star: On Clarice Lispector 5

Whether through direct address or the urban intensity and flat out strangeness of the prose, the reader cannot lurk behind the book’s spine, but rather is constantly called upon.

August 10, 2011

Anniversaries, Anesthesia, and Elizabeth Bishop 10

The fixating on being “now exactly at the age” or moment when the anniversary of a terrible thing that happened or didn’t happen that Elizabeth Bishop describes, I know this. The same week I received my copies of the new Bishop volumes edited by Farrar, Strauss and Giroux, I took my three-year-old son to the emergency room.