theparisreview: “Finally, I found a cult I want to be a part
theparisreview: “After all, it’s in the deepest dungeons
theparisreview: On November 27, 1970, Velázquez’s Portrait
theparisreview: Rainer Maria Rilke was born on this day in 1875.
theparisreview: “Poetry is emotion put into measure. The
theparisreview: An LED sign in downtown Los Angeles was hacked
theparisreview: Breaking news: Archeologists in Spain believe
theparisreview: “It’s all fouled up!” —Sadie Stein on
theparisreview: “Paul MacLeod was Elvis Presley’s number-one
theparisreview: On this day in 1971, pitcher Leroy “Satchel”
theparisreview: A previously unseen Sherlock Holmes story found
theparisreview: Philip Levine gave a reading at an event celebrating
theparisreview: “In like a lion, out like a lamb” and other
theparisreview: How a gruesome eighteenth-century execution
theparisreview: What are the advantages of being a woman writer?
theparisreview: Today in Sisyphean undertakings for the greater
theparisreview: Yes, we know it’s cold. Please stop talking
theparisreview: Guy Laramée’s book sculptures continue to
theparisreview: Nigel Van Wieck
theparisreview: Here’s a bit from Pratchett’s 2007 essay,
theparisreview: Happy birthday to Georges Bataille, connoisseur
theparisreview: A preview of our Fall issue, including interviews
theparisreview: What does it matter that the pastAnd my own daemon
theparisreview: Where were you, nymphs,when I was learning to
theparisreview: Where were you, nymphs,when I was learning to
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theparisreview: Carrie Mae Weems, “Untitled (Phone),” 1990,
theparisreview: Madam Nasr with flowers, Tehran, from Mohsen
theparisreview: “Montaigne’s first language—in sixteenth-century
theparisreview: You were always a stray and gratingStiff-necked
theparisreview: Jim Shepard’s teaching copy of Flannery O’Connor’s
theparisreview: It’s raining hard today.The day is more like
theparisreview: “PUNK: Chaos to Coutureis the punk I listened
theparisreview: “After sex, you curl up like a shrimp, something
theparisreview: Where were you, nymphs,when I was learning to
theparisreview: “The relationship between a writer and reader