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Can You Call Her Sister? Amelia Rosselli on Sylvia Plath

When the Italian poet Amelia Rosselli took her life 33 years to the day that Sylvia Plath did the same, it was not her only tribute to the American writer,…

In the Beginnings of Emotion Exists an End: on Katy Lederer’s The bright red horse—and the blue—

And since the genesis of the objective body is only a moment in the constitution of the object, the body, by withdrawing from the objective world, will carry with it…

In the gap between writer and reader, the novel comes to life

There’s an exercise I sometimes get members of book groups to do: I ask each of them to draw a picture of the cabin from my first novel, Our Endless…

“I Am Not Your Muse” and Other Lies Our Teacher Told Me

Colleen McClary’s crimson lips upturned at the corners. “I am not your muse and every good story is based around a problem.” I thought she looked like a beautiful witch….