Alice Sebold on literary prizes; Tim O’Brien on detail and imagination; original stories by Paul Theroux, Téa Obreht, Rick Bass, and others; new poetry by Linda Gregerson and Donald Hall; and much more.
In fiction, details matter. But only imagination can illuminate the human soul.
Does a national literature still have meaning in an age of open borders and polyglot cultures?
Literary awards are inherently subjective, but they are also the most powerful antidote we have to the decline of serious fiction.