“Perhaps every image is a nanoscopic prayer: Let us keep something of the present in the future.” Sarah Thankam Mathews on her trove of screenshots.
“We have language; the computers have language. Our language is connected to experience. Computers have context. The delta between experience and context is significant.” —Ayad Akhtar
“Alone in my cabin for weeks,
I long to be touched
by the sun.”
—Natasha Rao, “In Spring”
“America, poised on the brink of something, knows it cannot go back to the future.” Samuel Moyn on the semiquincentennial.
Toni Morrison liked “to work with, to fret, the cliché,” and claimed her stories came to her “as clichés. A cliché is a cliché because it’s worthwhile.”
“The religion of liberty is among the strongest religions in recorded history.” Kathryn Lofton on the Declaration of Independence as scripture, in our new issue.
“It’s the only life I’ve ever dreamed of. I know deep down that I don’t aspire to be a university professor.” Annie Ernaux on being a writer.
Our summer issue is available online and in print now. Inside: journal entries from Annie Ernaux, new fiction by Nell Freudenberger, an installment of Objects of Desire by Sarah Thankam Mathews, poems by Patricia Lockwood and Brenda Shaughnessy, and more.
“My perspective is history logged, mushy and inexact, my style is patchworked and gleaned, my analysis makes most sense mapped as doodled spirals.” —Audrey Wollen
“Elderly friends take lovers, rent studios,
plan trips to unpronounceable provinces.
Fifty makes the ironic wager
that his biographer will outlive him—”
From “Days of 1994: Alexandrians” by Marilyn Hacker, a poem in TYR’s archives, originally published in 1996:
A poem by Natasha Rao: “Alone in my cabin for weeks, / I long to be touched / by the sun.”
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Trawling the pixelated past for old versions of herself, Sarah Thankam Mathews finds that the digital flotsam we cling to can reveal just how much we…
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Ayad Akhtar, Daniel Kehlmann, and Meghan O’Rourke discuss the creative and social ramifications of the LLM era, from changes in our cognition to shifting…
A poem by Marilyn Hacker: “Lunch at the end of the twentieth century: / death, like a hanger-on or a wannabe, / sits with us at the cluttered bistro /…
