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Where do you put your personal grief when an entire nation is grieving?
What does it mean to be worth something? Or worth enough? Or worthless? What does it mean to earn a living?
There are always three violences. The first is the violence itself.
Our monthly column Feminize Your Canon explores the lives of underrated and underread female authors.
Milan Kundera, ca. 1980. Photograph by Elisa Cabot
This interview is a product of several encounters with Milan Kundera in Paris in the fall of 1983. Our meetings took place in his attic apartment near Montparnasse. We worked in the small room that Kundera uses as his office. With its shelves full of books on philosophy and musicology, an old-fashioned typewriter and a table, it looks more like a student’s room than like the study of a world-famous author. On one of the walls, two photographs h…
“Ligt in drerd,” Roth used to say of anyone dead. “Lies in the ground.” He admired this blunt bit of Yiddish.
Cooking up recipes drawn from the works of various writers.
Toni Morrison, Philip Roth, Jason Alexander, Charlotte Rampling, Danez Smith, Sarah Manguso, Salman Rushdie, Molly Ringwald, Jenny Slate, Devendra Banhart, and more
The situation in itself is not unique. There was a man who hated his job and wanted a new one. There was a man who was sick of his boring job and wanted an exciting job instead. This man was depressed, but he saw a way out. He thought this way out was a distantly Rilkean change of life. Not his whole life. Really, just his job. How he spent his days, occupied his mind, set goals long-term and short. The man wanted to embrace a buried part of himself, see the edges of his mind glimmer unde…