Visibility isn’t a vague term. You either see Latinx and Queer writers or you don’t. I don’t want to believe that literary conferences deliberately exclude writers, but I do believe that an oversight is made when a conference planning committee doesn’t try to represent every aspect of the literary
The writing that most often attracts me enacts this same unavailing need to see from the inside and outside of everything at once. Poet and playwright Darcie Dennigan’s work evinces this scale problem perfectly.
The literary community descended on Washington, DC last week for the Association of Writers & Writing Programs’ annual conference, and participants seized the opportunity to register their dissent with the current administration.
I am so into Ann Patchett right now. Is it hip to be into Ann Patchett? Is it edgy? No. It’s book clubby. It’s suburban mommy. My book club of suburban moms met last night and discussed Commonwealth. When we chose it, we laughed a little about what an
The scariest part of the proposed cuts to the National Endowment for the Arts and the National Endowment for the Humanities is that people seem to have accepted them already.
We live in the Golden Age of podcasts. They’ve been around for a while, but the medium has exploded in the past few years. Whatever your interest, there is a podcast for you, probably several. It should come as no surprise that for the literary-inclined, podcasts represent an embarrassment
Novelist Cristina García and I were recently discussing the diversity of writing communities at summer retreats, and both came to a similar conclusion: writing retreats both new and long-established are devoid of Latinx faculty.
After an outpouring of reflections on the “literary presidency” of Barack Obama, the writers began to resist Donald Trump before he raised his hand in oath. But in this anxious moment, what should a writer or reader look for from the next administration? Are there signposts in the dark
If language is engine as well as imprint of human cognition, then does its resistance to change hold us back? Or does our inability to assimilate big notions of quantum mechanics and theoretical physics prevent their naturalization, holding them open for seeing and questioning?
It’s snowing again, and the world contracts, like my heel’s screws in the cold. The sky and ground reflect one another, white-gray, and the space between the two becomes more tangible, more intimate in the precipitation’s revelation of how far it has to go.