“You did not hear them coming. You hardly heard them go. The grass bent down, sprang up again. They passed like cloud shadows downhill ... the boys of summer,...
In a rare interview with LA Times in 2018, Elena Ferrante, universally-celebrated, elusive (the name is a pseudonym) author of the Neapolitan novels, was...
“Lights up. The actor is alone” - type aspiring
playwrights all over the world, unconsciously in unison. I anticipate reading this
line (or something similar) over...
Our favorite songs are fecund pleasures, increasing in affectivity and growing with us over time, like a reliable friendship. But, if you dilute the...
For many people, being at home during lockdown means that there is
an abundance of time to spend preparing, eating, and thinking about food.
Combined with...