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Outloudexpand_moreAudio clips of Pultizer Prize winner Jennifer Egan on her work.
Do the work. Every day. Take a step back and see if you love it.
Hands brush the curtains, making them quiver like butterflies.
His beginnings, his genesis as a writer, and the fateful connections between life and art.
Ring, ring, ring at 2 a.m. means meth’s got my brother in the slammer again.
There are elephants in the hall looking for their mothers.
An owl, as large and incongruous in the night sky as a flying man.
An owl, as large
and incongruous in the night sky as a flying man.
From the deck, the burnished red peel of an apple beckons temptingly.
The moths were the things that invaded, like a bad man’s touch.
Ann Beattie in a wonderful reading of her story “Find and Replace."
He was just a bully, uncivilized, out of control, and wanting to lash out.
He was just a bully, uncivilized, out of control, and wanting to lash out.
Here, Min Jin reads from her novel at Narrative Night, New York City.
You don’t know what it’s like to be so hungry that you’d steal to eat.
Tobias Wolff reading two stories aloud: "Say Yes" and "Her Dog."
I don’t know if I’ve written anything without changing the details.
I walk over to her for what seems to be an eternity. “May I have this dance?”
He could not stop marveling at the velvet quality of
her skin.
The palm’s outline shimmied in the sunlight against the aqua curtain.
My brush dissects her slick-back black hair to expose ugly white.
The heart cannot remember what the heart does—the mirror is no longer a mirror. In my father’s garden ivy claws at the pale-blue shed.
Sam was like family. He was the angel of my writing life in every word.
we stiletto back to floodlit stages and boy flesh / stripped sequins
Be honest. Writing is about honesty, and articulating that honesty.
