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By The Paris Review
Promiscuity Is a Virtue: An Interview with Garth Greenwell
By Ilya KaminskyPoet Ilya Kaminsky talks to Garth Greenwell about sex, “between-ness,” and moments of profound happiness.
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At Work
Poetry Rx
By Sarah Kay, Kaveh Akbar, and Claire SchwartzIn our column Poetry Rx, readers write in with a specific emotion, and our resident poets take turns prescribing the perfect poems to match. This week, Kaveh Akbar is on the line.
Poetry Rx
We Tell Ourselves Stories in Order to Die
By Jessi?Jezewska StevensOn the fortieth?anniversary of Marilynne Robinson’s ‘Housekeeping,’ an unbeliever’s rereading of Christian conceptions of the afterlife
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Arts & Culture
Feminize Your Canon
By The Paris ReviewOur monthly column Feminize Your Canon explores the lives of underrated and underread female authors.
Feminize Your Canon
The Art of Poetry No. 103
By Carl PhillipsPhillips in Provincetown, Massachusetts, in 2018. Photo courtesy of Reston Allen.Since the publication of his first book, In the Blood (1992), Carl Phillips has generated a body of poetry that is singular for its demanding intimacy, its descriptions of the dissonant energies within a self, and its beauty. Phillips has now published thirteen books of poems, which have situated him among the most influential of contemporary American poets. Phillips’s poems wrestle with themes that seem especiall…
From the Archive, Issue 228
Interviews
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Staff Picks: Sex and South Korea
By The Paris ReviewThis week, the staff of ‘The Paris Review’ reads disquieting stories, watches a comedy special, and praises, once again, Garth Greenwell.
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This Week’s Reading
Eat Your Words
By Valerie StiversCooking up recipes drawn from the works of various writers.
Eat Your Words
The Paris Review Podcast Season 2
By The Paris Review and StitcherToni Morrison, Philip Roth, Jason Alexander, Charlotte Rampling, Danez Smith, Sarah Manguso, Salman Rushdie, Molly Ringwald, Jenny Slate, Devendra Banhart, and more
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Fairy Tale
By Alexandra KleemanI was sitting at a long table with a lot of nice things on it. There was a large pitcher of water with an ornate handle that looked like it was made of real silver, and there were forks and spoons. There were apples and small, round appetizers, and a big dead cooked goose. There were so many things that the table underneath was eclipsed entirely; the visible objects obscured even more food, more tableware beneath.My mother and father were sitting next to each other on the long side of the tab…
From the Archive, Issue 195
Fiction
