Good Kings, Bad Kings

One thing I didn’t remember to think about is nothing never happens around here. Some cars drove by, and maybe the drivers looked at me? But they didn’t look… More

Burning Ants

My brother Credence says people who leave are deluding themselves about what’s out there. I just think they’re cowards. Mr. Tofu Scramble says I should go anyway, that it’s… More

Ragtime

But somehow piano lessons began to be heard. People stitched themselves to the flag. They carved paving stones for the streets. They sang. They told jokes. The family lived… More

On Gustave Flaubert’s Madame Bovary

The problem of Emma is the problem of desire. Her only métier is desire, and its top percent, love. Emma lusts for gratification through commodity and body and makes… More

Mausoleum of Lovers

One by one I began to rip off in chips the made-up skin of the little mannequin, and this gives him leprosy by leaving the exposed white wax on… More

On Translating Hervé Guibert

Le mausolée des amants makes every essential demand upon me; the sensual exigencies, and cruel untempered forms of address in this epistolary work...mark the rest of us as gilt… More

On Allen Ginsberg’s “Howl”

I saw, for the first time, what it really means to be a poet—to have the habit of mind where the universe reveals itself through linguistic forms the way,… More

On D. H. Lawrence’s Lady Chatterley’s Lover

What scandalized (and scandalizes) conservative forces and even many of Lawrence’s colleagues in the literary world was not only Connie’s adultery, but the author’s failure to condemn the same... More

On Judy Blume’s Forever

I checked out Forever from my local library, where it sat serenely in Teen Fiction for all the world to see. I read it on a gray morning, and… More