American Wild: it can kill you, or exhilarate you. It’s always there, a character in its own right in the great unfolding narrative of American writing.
When I was seventeen, in 1980, I went on an American road trip with my...
‘It has to be love, doesn’t it? In however many of its infinite permutations?’
‘He’d come to tell her that he was leaving. It seemed rather impossible now – the telling, not the leaving.’
‘She’s a good-for-nothing chummer. If she survives a week on the slime line without cutting off her thumb or slicing her wrist, she’s hired.’
‘When he stepped into the cage he was doing battle with a disease. The disease was the feeling of powerlessness that takes hold of even the most powerful.’
‘I walk out of the theatre in a daze. I’ve glimpsed something. But a glimpse, as it turns out, is not enough.’
An investigation of how historical racial factors shape memory, heritage and political and interpersonal relations in Louisiana and Mississippi.
‘What am I doing here more than looking – / which I would stop / only to help things through their vanishing’
‘It is the wildest part of the American South-West and, in a way, its most beautiful.’
‘Today the Oglala Lakota live in the shadow of Wounded Knee on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation.’
‘Red sadness never appears sad . . . it appears in flashes of passion, anger, fear, inspiration and courage, in dark unsellable visions; it is an upside down penny concealed beneath a tea cosy.’
‘Barring weather or a World Series game, on Sundays I’d pick up a nice little box lunch from Mustang Catering and take Grandma some place that smelled good.’
Cast: KRAPP, host guests, various Set: a TV talk show, minimal lighting, blackouts where marked. Kitchen...
‘Sounds like a mast year . . . it’s a thing that happens to trees. But sometimes it happens to people too.’
‘He had a mind to surf through all crises and shortages and conflicts past and present.’
‘It had been a long time since the majority of my thoughts and small goals and hopes and chagrins were communicable to him. I wanted to try.’
‘You’ve got your catflap, I’ve got my guy.’
Some of us are fortunate enough to remember it as a summer of good fights....
Sam Lipsyte and Diane Cook talk about the uncertainties of their craft, time-traveling and the...
She’d gone in, so there was no way she wasn’t coming out again. The only...
‘We live in these places out of necessity, lucky to have them out of the terrible explosion of humanity.’
‘A lot of babies were born in skiffs during storms, their umbilical cords cut with rusty pocketknives.’
‘A year later, still in third person, I’d taken five days off my character’s long wait. I’d moved to present tense, though, for more immediacy.’
‘We all would like to think that with one line, one brush, we could make a reader fall madly in love, and there are writers that illicit such a response with the appropriately gorgeous.’
Three men faced her, seated shoulder to shoulder along a plank against the vibrating steel...
‘Marni on Mack. Mack in Marni. A little Mack and Marni. My head rushes. I want to watch, hear the sounds.’
‘Flute-like, gauze-filled, late-afternoon sunshine. Rainbow bracelets on the carpet. They use their tongues to wet their lips. Girls.’
‘She would have slapped the both of us had she heard the words coming out of our mouths.’
After Catullus, #43 Hi there, dear sister, I’m sad But here to tell you That...
‘Heads of saints fell off and / smashed the glassy cages. My voice smashed them.’
‘So many thugs in any century how crush them all? / All passports stamped for the underworld’
If you go inside Nnam’s house right now the smell of paint will choke you...
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