“Neal had believed the myths about hyenas. Until he saw them kill.”
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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.
“It was a swollen, gasping, netherworld creature. I had to keep it alive until they could kill it.”
Tales of swingers, seductions, and extraordinary perversions
“Colleen was coming home from Iraq. But Moira was like a surrogate mother now, almost a surrogate wife.”
“Our first hug, between thermostats and oil filters, gave me a glimpse of where our friendship might lead.”
“Último knew people claimed they’d seen the Virgin Mary. But this was Alba, an ordinary girl.”
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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.