I did not have a good time reading Vigdis Hjorth’s novel If Only. I felt, in fact, kind of abject—but something about the ...

The opera’s three-and-a-half-hour running time has been cut to an Ozempic-thin ninety minutes, and the exquisite Italian ...

I’m tired of lying here. The mountain and the river are not bad.

Above the crescent of a colonnade. And he is standing on a gravel path Between turned-up rows of empty flower beds.

The artist and writer Joe Brainard and the poet James Schuyler, both central figures in the New York School of poets and ...

The dream in literature must be a region of wonder, separate from yet reflexive to the rest of the text. It must be the dream ...

The Paris Review Podcast returns with a new season, featuring the best interviews, fiction, essays, and poetry from America’s most legendary literary quarterly, brought to life in sound. Join us for ...

Remember where I came from. Think of a continent of sabled czars. Leave your home. Let exile fill your mouth like the lost language of the child. Understand the reason. A man who would not wear the ...

the castigations and the bountiful.

They are far from shore. Foam-glittering , they rise from the waves ...

The intelligent, fierce, powerful, sensual, provocative, indelible work of Audre Lorde is as relevant in this century as it was in her own.