Douglas A. Martin’s recent novella ‘Wolf’ writes against the genre of true crime.

It feels rare—in both literature and in our world—to sit with sadness and allow it to be unruly.

Vuong speaks to the urgency of choosing to make art, “to breach new ground, despite terror,” to learn about himself and his relationships.

Sometimes I do wonder if it’s a cop out to say, “I’m not a woman, I’m a squid.”