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Dreams from the Third Reich
"I dreamed that the milkman, the gas man, the newspaper vendor, the baker, and the plumber were all standing in a circle ...
The Paris Review1d
Self-Assessment
If I am happy, it is because I drank coffee; if I am sad, it is because I drank too much coffee or not enough; if I have a ...
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A Truce That Is Not Peace
Between the beginning and the end of civilization, the Parthenons and the pelting of stones, is the narrow corridor, the spit of land, where writing lives. After disillusion⁠—but just after. And ...
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The Prom of the Colorado River
His name is John Brooks Hamby, and he’s the vice chairman of the board of directors for the Colorado River’s largest single ...
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W.S. Merwin on Sir Thomas Wyatt
And wylde for to hold, though I seme tame. W.S. MERWIN: I think this is probably the greatest sonnet Wyatt wrote, and I think it's one of the greatest sonnets in English. I've known it for so many ...
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Making a Claim on Language: A Conversation with Adania Shibli
The Winter issue of The Paris Review opens with “Camouflage,” a story by Adania Shibli, the first line of which nudges us, ominously, toward a much broader picture: “We have nothing to do with what’s ...