Manuscript pages from The Blue Flower and The Bookshop.
The handwritten first draft pages of Robert Olen Butler's first novel.
Up north people hunt bears using gummy bears as bait.
Words and sketches from Gail Godwin’s upcoming novel Flora.
Some people are so beautiful they belong everywhere that they go.
My parents had seven children; some of us have bank accounts.
You could not look at Leila for long, and yet you longed to look at her.
The notebooks reveal insertions, deletions, queries, and corrections.
I’m a theatrical lyricist. I would never choose to look fat in public.
I loved hopping freight trains. It was cheap, dirty, and dangerous.
I had fantasies of Papa telling my son the stories he never told me.
I rented a house in the woods of East Hampton as a form of therapy.
Longtime residents witness the eruption of violence in Charlottesville.
“Leaving for war, Hayes wept. He didn’t just cry; he wept...”
Diane cupped my cheek in her hand, studying me, memorizing me.
In the street waiting for a cab, Ann’s boyfriend entrusted me with the story.
I would chase it to the shores of the lake where the killer waited.
We are teachers so maybe we can help something change, tap into something.
An in-depth audio interview with Ann Beattie on her writing.
Audio clips of Pultizer Prize winner Jennifer Egan on her work.
A high roller gave her money to stay in his room for the weekend.
It is our nature to conform; it is a force which not many can resist.
They lived on the street, their mom a prostitute and heroin addict.
Early on, Castro learned and opposed the unfairness of things.
Tonight these writers lower their eyes and silence their words.
Your writing may need to be ruthless or amoral to be original.