Genre is definitionally malleable, in flux, molten, unfixed in time and space, and this creates chaos.
When my grandfather was losing his memory, my son was learning to talk. The world offered itself to my toddler in corners and syllables.
“The very idea of a container makes me itch to deconstruct it.”
To think about antiquity is to think about time. It is an inevitable process. Ask yourself: what other way is there to describe how objects wear their histories? How else…
Regardless of the genre of writing, the discourses and theories about translation hardly offer any help to the readers. The fundamental purpose of translating a work is to secure a…
By the time Robert Lowell started writing most of the poems in Life Studies, he had been hospitalized five times, mostly for acute mania, and all since the completion of…
I think that belief in the eternal—in texts that will last—is something that can be felt across Jewish literature.
Woolf’s critique of media concentration, slyly embedded in Three Guineas (1938) is highly relevant today.
For me, the environments that contain our bodies dictate, to a certain degree, what we are capable of.