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"I feel very transparent to myself. I'm more like an observer. I'm interested in what's going on. I'm not sure that I really have a personality," Joyce Carol Oates said in The New Yorker's micro documentary about her writing life and routine. Pair with: our essay on Oates' The Accursed.
"So much of recovery is a fight against exceptionalism—that necessary act of saying, What I’ve lived has been lived before, will be lived again, is nothing special but still holds meaning, still holds truth." Chris Kraus interviews Leslie Jamison about recovery, memoir, and her forthcoming title, The Recovering, for The Paris Review. Pair with: our interview with Jamison.
Patrick Somerville’s latest novel, This Bright River, was recently reviewed in The New York Times by Janet Maslin, who found the book to be, among other things, “soggy.” Unfortunately, some of her critique was based on a mistaken reading of Somerville’s work. I’ll let Patrick take it from here.
Why would anyone write a book anonymously? Maria Bustillos ponders anonymity at The New Yorker. "Anonymous is more than a pseudonym. It is a stark declaration of intent: a wall explicitly thrown up, not only between writer and reader, but between the writer’s work and his life."