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Forgetter
Dan Hofstadter
‘He was an eminent historian of the United States, a perceptive social critic, and a professor at Columbia University. But as a dad he was playful and affectionate and irreverent.’
Dan Hofstadter on his father, the historian Richard Hofstadter.
Girls
Sophie Kemp
‘Overlooking the water from my rental car, I thought about the American Girl’s pupal stage. About my pupal stage. The moment when a girl becomes an extraordinary machine.’
Sophie Kemp on the American teenage girl.
Intercession
Mary Gaitskill
‘It was undeniable: the whole world was crazy.’
Fiction by Mary Gaitskill.
Arc de Trump
Antonia Hitchens
‘Donald Trump doesn’t use a computer. “He doesn’t even have an email address,” Stephanie, a lobbyist, said to me over lunch, lowering her voice as though revealing classified information.’
A portrait of Washington, D.C. by Antonia Hitchens.
Study for American Interior (Monday)
Kathryn Scanlan
‘a hammer strikes; men speak; a car door slams; an engine starts’
Fiction by Kathryn Scanlan.
Dathun
Amie Barrodale
‘He gestured for me to sit, opened his little refrigerator, got out two Diet Cokes. “You like these right?”’
Fiction by Amie Barrodale.
Blood Boy
Hansen Shi
‘The key was to make everyone as indebted to you as possible.’
Fiction by Hansen Shi.
People Keep Finding Bodies in Joshua Tree
Michael Robbins
‘You can see why all the freaks / end up in the desert. / Saint Anthony, Manson, / Brigham Young.’
A poem by Michael Robbins.
Nothing Personal
Nikita Teryoshin & Seth Harp
‘When news of war with Iran broke, Palantir’s stock price approached its zenith.’
Nikita Teryoshin photographs arms fairs, introduced by Seth Harp.
The Acute Wing
John Jeremiah Sullivan
‘The man did not remember the first four or five days in the hospital very well. He mentioned it, the localized amnesia, to one of the nurses, who said it was normal.’
Fiction by John Jeremiah Sullivan.
Three Poems
Frederick Seidel
‘The Algerian Sahara / Is the gorgeous Chippendale highboy that holds your clothes / And the dunes of the Sahara / Know which drawers hold what.’
Three poems by Frederick Seidel.
