It is an interesting and somewhat macabre parlor game to play at a large gathering of one’s acquaintances: to speculate who in a showdown would go Nazi. By now, I think I know. I have gone through the ...

A woman’s foot presses into my face as I lie masturbating on a floor in Bushwick, and the world is on fire. The air quality in New York City is officially the worst on earth: smoke from Canadian ...

Americans are finally beginning to appreciate the magnitude of the inequalities in income and wealth that mark our society. Lately, this realization has been helped along by an unexpected source: the ...

From The Fry, which will be published in April by Winter Editions.

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Three springs ago, I lost the better part of my mind. I remember it starting with my feet. I woke up one February morning in the South Bronx apartment I’d just moved into with my husband, and my feet ...

From an introduction to the audiobook edition of J. F. Martel’s Reclaiming Art in the Age of Artifice, which was released in May by Hachette Audio. Toward the end of the nineteenth century, the ...

The October leaves coming down, as if called. Morning fog through the wild rye beyond the train tracks. A cigarette. A good sweater. On the sagging porch. While the family sleeps. That I woke at all & ...

From an archived version of a blog post titled “How to Murder Your Husband,” which was allegedly written in 2011 by Nancy Brophy, who was put on trial in April for shooting and killing her husband in ...

Of all the niche communities birthed by the modern internet, “gooners” might be the most alien, and to many, the most repellent. Gooning, writes Daniel Kolitz in the November issue, is “a new kind of ...

Pen remembers it all. It was 1968. They took a family vacation to Sanibel. Pen’s father drove the station wagon. He held the wheel tightly and gritted his teeth and smoked cigarettes when he wasn’t ...

Requiem, Op. 59, by Arnold Rosner. Toccata Classics. $18.99. In the spring of 1970, I was about to enter the Manhattan School of Music to pursue the study of musicology. At the time, I was working at ...