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September 4, 2015

My Summer with Henry: On Thoreau’s ‘Cape Cod’ 0


Buying Thoreau’s Cape Cod on Cape Cod resonates with a predictable sentimentality that I’m all too aware of. It too closely resembles what I think of as Thoreauvian pilgrimage practices: the hajj to Walden Pond, the leaving of pencils on his grave in Sleepy Hollow.

September 2, 2015

That’s Too Much: The Problem with Prolific Writers 24


Lately I’ve been struck by the notion that there might be no books more lost than those buried in the overwhelming bibliographies of authors who have simply published too damn much.

September 1, 2015

The Last Epoch: Tom McCarthy’s ‘Satin Island’ Takes on the Avant-Garde 8


If Remainder represented the abandonment of the pure and sacred self against the apparatus of a long held tradition of realism, then Satin Island seeks to reveal how such distinctions are ultimately meaningless

August 26, 2015

Seeing Myself: In Search of the Inciting Incident 7


The agent said my birth mother had left me under a nearby bridge. I was found with a note that said, “Give him to someone rich.” A policeman gave me a name and took me to an orphanage, but the orphanage had recently burned down, so it, like my birth mother, was unrecoverable.

August 25, 2015

Summer Is Over: On John Cheever’s “The Swimmer” 3


Allow the story to bring you back to the temporary innocence of July and August. Experience the deep melancholy of its final paragraph as you get ready for the cold months ahead, but don’t worry: there is always next summer.

August 21, 2015

The Purpose of Plot: An Argument with Myself 2


I’ve begun to worry that my generally unthinking impulse to read plot summaries at the slightest provocation actually runs completely contrary to the purposes of books and film and television. I’m not helping my reading, I’m defeating it; I’m not becoming more well-versed in modern culture, I’m ensuring my separation from it.

August 19, 2015

We Dance On: On Reading Roethke 4


I read Roethke during a rough time, in a dark time, during a disorder I couldn’t quite comprehend. I read Roethke when I doubted whether going on living was worthwhile. I read him when it seemed like my life could blink out, to no purpose.

August 17, 2015

Lessons From No: Writers on Their Most Formative Rejections 5


It took me a long time to understand that every editor who has rejected my fiction has done me a favor.

August 13, 2015

We Know Less Than We Think We Do: Why David Brooks Is Not a Pariah But a Harbinger of Hope 23


I am surprised to find myself rooting for — eagerly awaiting — something that many would consider highly improbable: a retraction and an apology by New York Times conservative columnist David Brooks for his July 17 opinion piece, “Listening to Ta-Nehisi Coates While White.”

August 12, 2015

Kafka’s Vanished World: On Reiner Stach’s ‘The Decisive Years’ and ‘The Years of Insight’ 1


Kafka remains singular because his choices are not inevitable. There are no clear lines between his work and his aesthetics, history, biography, and philosophy. His literature is defiant, organic, and idiosyncratic.