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Tag Archives: American
Not Fair: Artist Andrea Bowers Writes to the Organizers of the Frieze Art Fair
The artist Andrea Bowers this week sent this letter to the organizers of the Frieze Art Fair, which opens today on Randall’s Island in New York City. Bowers’ great cardboard monuments to American workers are on view at the Fair, in the booths of the Susan Velmeitter and Kaufmann Repetto Galleries, and are featured in […]
“for the marathon dead and wounded,” James Stotts
mid april passing manchester the cherries have no stones washing their wings in the river wind not nearly as material as those bald merrimack pylons i am the maculate receipt of bestial capital and care barely thirty but i can already feel the worms between my legs the black mold fastened to my bones […]
Margaret Weatherford
At home, we are a normal family: my parents, my brother, and me. We don’t live in Los Angeles, actually, but in Norwalk, next to the freeway. We live in one of those houses you see as you speed by or sit still in traffic, suffocating. A cracked cement patio, baby clothes stuck to dry […]
Two American Landscapes: Lydia Davis, Eliot Weinberger
No Meeting Lydia Davis The hour of nine passes; then ten, and half past, and there is no sound of the church bell. Not only is there no bell on the old meeting house, but there is also no meeting there, for the aged pastor Underwood has retired, the venerable figure I barely remember. And […]
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Sewing and dreams: “Mr. Ferri and the Furrier,” by Cynthia Zarin
In the jewelry store I unwrapped the fabric. I had bought it the week before, in the pouring rain, in the garment district, in a shop I had visited obsessively years before. It was during a time in my life when the amount of time that I devoted to thinking about upholstery fabric was in […]
Our new favorite book: The Way of the Dog, by Sam Savage, in bits
From the very beginning I found it difficult, debilitating and painful, to work for other people, with other people. As the years went by I found it increasingly difficult to work in the vicinity of other people, until that too became impossible. People recognized that I didn’t have a crowd, and they resented me for […]
Dickens and love, Sigrid Nunez in the new Little Star
I remember playing Estella in a school performance based on scenes from Great Expectations. Remember how, despite how she mistreats him, Pip goes on loving her—always. Remember the teacher-writer-director and what an oddball she was (one of those teachers children find it almost a duty to torment), and how one of the oddest things about […]
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At table, from “Grasses of a Thousand Colors,” by Wallace Shawn
“People so often begin their memoirs by talking about their earliest experiences, and I don’t, because—because if I force myself to think about my quote unquote ‘childhood,’ if I can even mention such a horrible, boring, unbearable time of life—if I force myself to think about it, the only thing that actually comes back to […]
In Memoriam: Margaret Weatherford
Los Angeles writer Margaret Weatherford died this week of cancer at the age of forty-six. She was a dedicated perfectionist and her output was tiny, but impeccable: funny, affectionate, intricate, and microscopically observant. She published a hilarious story in Zyzzyva, “East of the 5, South of the 10,” that mapped Greek mythology over the latitude […]
April Bernard: The Thoreaus at home
The family had refused to be impressed when Miss Fuller had left for Europe in 1846. All right that she had lived in New York and written for the reformist Tribune about the city slums; all right that she had traveled to the Great Lakes and deplored the mistreatment of the resettled Indians on their […]