High DiveFebruary 2016
Male staff members at the Grand waded through the myths that surrounded her, enjoying the feeling of being stuck.
The Naked Maja, or La Petit MortFebruary 2016
“You’re delicious,” he says, meaning it, remembering the taste of mango.
Layers of TruthAugust 2014
The novelist and visual artist discuss their collaborative work “The Mastermind y lo contrario.”
Akhil Sharma: When Despair and Tenderness CollideJanuary 2014
Mohsin Hamid and Akhil Sharma's conversation about writing, literary labels, and how illness challenges narrative.
Aditi Sriram: Heather Rounds is Over ‘There’December 2013
Part essay, part interview, part author, part reader, part 'she,' part The Man of Small Vital Facts.
Daniel Alarcón: The Scar, Not the WoundOctober 2013
The novelist talks with Jamilah King about what it took to start over from scratch with his latest book, At Night We Walk in Circles.
from “The Hanging Garden”June 2013
Ma Bulpit said, “You’ll find it hard till you know the ropes. Those Lockharts… Australians mean well.”
The World Without YouJune 2012
He’s mopping at his pelvis with a wadded-up tissue, and then he’s mopping her up as well. Already the backs of her thighs are caking up.
Lang’s DragonApril 2012
Demand for drugs was on the rise, and there was more pussy to be had than ever. Can you blame me for helping to move a little bit of both?
Myth About MythsNovember 2011 The Iranian writer on the tension between artists and intellectuals, the power of mysticism, and the long-lasting effects of the 1979 revolution.
Libya’s Reluctant SpokesmanOctober 2011 On the occasion of his second novel, Libyan author Hisham Matar discusses the effect of totalitarianism on personal lives, what makes the novel a great art form, and the Arab Spring.
From Until the Dawn’s LightOctober 2011 “What attracts you to the Jews?” Blanca asked her.
From River of SmokeOctober 2011 To assemble the whole clan—La Fami Colver, as they said in Kreol—was never easy since its members were widely scattered, within the island and abroad.
SelmeyyahMarch 2011 Egyptian novelist and activist Ahdaf Soueif on when she knew the revolution would succeed, the role Al Jazeera and social networking played, and the irresponsible reporting on Lara Logan’s attack.
The ConventAn excerpt from the novel by Panos Karnezis
November 2010 There are times when you will do anything to protect a baby.
The Consequence of SkatingBy Steven Gillis
September 2010 Life at an empty amusement park: An excerpt from the upcoming novel
The Fragile MistressA novel excerpt by Leora Skolkin-Smith
August 2010 An unpublished excerpt, soon to be a film.
Part of Us that Can’t Be TouchedJuly 2010 The novelist on Goon Squad, the drug-taking intensity of high school kids, and the Gothic novel.
Spring with a Broken CornerJuly 2010
Part 2 of a new translation excerpt of the major South American writer’s novel.
Spring with a Broken CornerPart 1 a novel excerpt by Mario Benedetti
June 2010 Tonight I’m alone. My cellmate (you’ll know his name some day) is in the infirmary.
The Revolutionaries Try AgainA novel excerpt by Mauro Javier Cardenas
May 2010 The one public phone near the Atarazana slums that didn’t filch your coins. At least not all of them. That soon after hordes were pilgrimaging to it and lining up to dial their departed.
Exile on Any StreetFebruary 2010 Are American readers insular, as the secretary of the Swedish Academy famously quipped? If so, why has immigrant fiction taken such a pivotal role in American letters? Irina Reyn hashes it out with lauded Bosnian author Aleksandar Hemon.
HomesickBy Eshkol Nevo, guest-edited by Assaf Gavron
The Arab is so stunned, he doesn’t move. Just stands there with his certificate and his rusty key. Not breathing.
BurialBy Catherine Chung from a novel-in-progress, guest-edited by Alexander Chee
She was limp and sweaty but I snuggled into the comfortable softness of her. They had cut her open, and she was whole. She looked very tired and sick; on her gown, blood bloomed like a slow flower.
Tintin in the New WorldAn excerpt from the novel by Frederic Tuten
“You must find me very queer then, Madame Clavdia. I’m sorry if I disconcert you,” Tintin said, his voice low, his eyes downcast.