We inherit our passions—perhaps from critics like Douglas Crimp, perhaps from professors like Ross.
Carolyn Heilbrun once observed that James Joyce was 'a world class shit.'
I’ve heard writers complain about editors passing on manuscripts because 'they already have a Korean book on their list.'
Suppressing women’s writing—which, make no mistake, is what our culture does—is suppressing our thought.
He clutched my hand, and I felt his fingers bucking. They were always in motion, but my father held on as hard as he could.
