Our Spring issue is here—featuring interviews with Jhumpa Lahiri and Alice Notley, prose by Joy Williams and Eliot Weinberger, poetry by Mary Ruefle and Jessica Laser, art by Chris Oh and Farah Al Qasimi, two covers by Nicolas Party, and more:
“There are worse things than not receiving love. There are sadder stories than this. There are species going extinct, and a planet warming. I told myself: who are you to complain, you with these frivolous extracurricular needs?”
“I want to believe that the younger generation appreciates the beauty in the chaos and blur of translation, that they delight in extracting meaning from sounds that were perhaps once simply melted into the melody,” writes
@EmilyYoon
on poetry and
#BTS
.
“Is the foreignness of language in fact part of the attraction?” Issue 227 contributor
@EmilyYoon
writes about K-pop, language,
@BTS_twt
, poetry, and tenderness:
Zora Neale Hurston passed away on this day fifty-eight years ago. Read about when Alice Walker flew down to Florida and bought a headstone for Hurston’s unmarked grave:
“I saw that women don’t have to write about what men write about, or write what men think they want to read. I saw that women have whole areas of experience men don’t have—and that they’re worth writing and reading about.” —Ursula K. Le Guin
We at the Review mourn the loss of Alice Munro (1931–2024). In memory of her life and work, we’ve unlocked her Art of Fiction interview from our archive.
“The writer is always tricking the reader into listening to the dream.”
Rest in peace, Joan Didion (1934–2021). Read more from the Art of Fiction No. 71:
Rest in peace, Philip Roth. “There has to be some pleasure in this job, and that’s it. To go around in disguise. To act a character. To pass oneself off as what one is not. To pretend. The sly and cunning masquerade.”
Robert Frost was born on this day in 1874. On a word-for-word basis, “The Road Not Taken” may be the most popular piece of literature ever written by an American. And almost everyone gets it wrong.
“Libraries are one of the last non-commercial spaces we have where everyone is welcome. They strike me as a little glimpse of how we could live if we chose to be a generous society rather than a fearful one.”
“She once reviewed a book of mine and was not altogether kind about all of it, and I discovered as I read her review that I would rather have been chided by Ursula K. Le Guin than effusively praised by any other living author.”
@neilhimself
on Le Guin:
“A novel is the only place where two strangers can meet on terms of absolute intimacy. The reader and the writer make the book together. No other art can capture the essential inwardness of human life.” —Paul Auster
“No calendar should include
a box for this vacuous lapse,
no author preserve its mood.”
From “The Feast of the Epiphany” by Aaron
@Poochigian
. Read more from Issue 231:
“And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything?
And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?
And have you changed your life?”
—From Mary Oliver‘s “The Swan,” Issue 124, Fall 1992:
Rest in peace, Neil Simon. “Writing plays is a way of working out your life. That’s why I can never conceive of stopping, because I would stop the investigation of who I am and what I am.”
“Anyone who writes is a seeker. You look at a blank page and you’re seeking. The role is assigned to us and never removed. I think this is an unbelievable blessing.”
Read our Art of Poetry interview with Louise Glück, conducted by
@ColeHenri
.
“I need you to know: I hated that I needed more than this from him. There is nothing more humiliating to me than my own desires. Nothing that makes me hate myself more than being burdensome and less than self-sufficient.”
“Talent is insignificant. I know a lot of talented ruins. Beyond talent lie all the usual words: discipline, love, luck, but, most of all, endurance.”
We’ve unlocked our interview with James Baldwin from the archive.
“In the year leading up to calling off my wedding, I often cried or yelled or reasoned or pleaded with my fiancé to tell me that he loved me. To be nice to me. To notice things about how I was living.”
“I tell my students, who believe passionately in explaining the work they’re sharing, ‘You know, when you’re dead, you can’t go around explaining this thing—it has to be right there on the page.’” —Louise Glück
Robert Pattinson reads James Wright’s poem “Lying in a Hammock at a Friend’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota” on the latest episode of our podcast. Listen here:
“This whole idea of process is alien to me. I always disliked it. No, my poems were born full-blown, full-grown out of the air. That was the process.”
Rest in peace, Lawrence Ferlinghetti (1919–2021). Read more from the Art of Poetry No. 104:
"It is not 'this is what I believe,' because that would not be a book, just a tract. A book is 'this may be what I believe, but suppose I am wrong...what could it be?'"
R.I.P., Toni Morrison, 1931 - 2019. Read her complete 1993 Art of Fiction interview:
It has come to our attention that a parody Eric Carle interview published in 2015 as part of an April Fool’s post entitled “Introducing The Paris Review for Young Readers” has been quoted as fact. The post was not intended to communicate any true information. (1/2)
“There is no greater pleasure than to lie between clean sheets, listen to music, and read under a strong light.” Edmund White on the joy of reading, which is “at once a lonely and an intensely sociable act”:
We at the Review mourn the loss of Paul Auster (1947–2024). In celebration of his life and work, we’ve unlocked his Art of Fiction interview from our archive.
“There’s a theory I like that suggests why the nineteenth century is so rich in ghost stories and hauntings. Carbon monoxide poisoning from gas lamps.”
An essay by Jeanette Winterson.
“I tell my students, who believe passionately in explaining the work they’re sharing, ‘You know, when you’re dead, you can’t go around explaining this thing—it has to be right there on the page.’” —Louise Glück
“The essay is a constrained form. Fiction is freedom,” Susan Sontag, born on this day in 1933, told ‘The Paris Review’ in her 1995 Art of Fiction interview. Read more:
“To keep becoming a woman is so much self-erasing work,” writes CJ Hauser (
@safe_as_hauses
). “She never sleeps. She plucks out all her feathers, one by one.”
We at the Review mourn the loss of Helen Vendler (1933–2024). In celebration of her life and work, we’ve unlocked her Art of Criticism interview from our archive.
“Love is a great privilege. Real love, which is very rare, enriches the lives of the men and women who experience it.”
We’ve unlocked our Art of Fiction interview with Simone de Beauvoir.
“I became quite obsessed. There was a period of two years when I read nothing but gardening catalogues. I really thought my life as a poet was over.”
From our Art of Poetry interview with Louise Glück.
“Reading books for pleasure, of course, is the greatest joy. No need to underline, press on, try out mentally summarizing or evaluating phrases. One is free to read as a child reads—no duties, no goals, no responsibilities, no clock ticking: pure rapture.”
“Someone asked me, ‘Who do you write for?’ And I stood on that stage, this incredibly green writer, and said, ‘I write for myself.’ There was total silence.”
From our Art of Fiction interview with Jhumpa Lahiri in our new Spring issue.
“A kitchen is the best—I mean the saddest—room for tears. A bedroom is too easy, a bathroom too private, a living room too formal. If someone falls to pieces in the kitchen, in the space of work and nourishment, they must be truly coming undone.”
“Morrison did the thing. She lived a mighty life. She was loved, and asked us to love harder. She wrote and we’ll be trying to catch up to her forever.”
Danez Smith (
@Danez_Smif
) remembers Toni Morrison:
“Good editors are really the third eye. Cool. Dispassionate. They don’t love you or your work; for me that is what is valuable—not compliments.” —Toni Morrison
“She recognized the importance of speaking up because silence would not protect her or anyone.” Roxane Gay (
@rgay
) on the power and grace of Audre Lorde:
In 1963, a group of New York City–based Black photographers began meeting regularly to talk shop, listen to jazz, discuss politics, critique one another’s work, and bond over the power of their shared medium. Thus, the Kamoinge Workshop was born.
“Last year’s freshmen were not yet a year old on September 11, 2001. They knew of it only as a number or from reading about it. To them, it was history. This fall, the students sitting in freshman classrooms across the country will be more distant still.”
“Wassily Kandinsky has long been widely regarded as the forefather of abstraction, but as the shows of af Klint’s work clearly establish, her abstract paintings predate his by several years.”
“I tell people, Make a list of ten things you hate and tear them down in a short story or poem. Make a list of ten things you love and celebrate them. When I wrote ‘Fahrenheit 451’ I hated book burners and I loved libraries. So there you are” —Ray Bradbury
“People who write science fiction do tend to be utopian thinkers. We do tend to think that we can achieve great things as a species. We just have to be willing to acknowledge what needs to be done to get there.”
Happy Bastille Day! During the French Revolution, the official executioner’s popularity grew to such an extent that his uniform was adopted as men’s street fashion and women wore tiny guillotine-shaped earrings.