Middle school introduces us to complicated history. These kids wrote a play about Joseph Stalin.

Vertical soap operas for your phone have taken over film and TV production, and they may soon need no humans at all.

The author discusses her story “Calm Sea and Hard Faring.”

The risks of cognitive and emotional dependence, along with falling test scores, are fueling a backlash.

A recent incident has raised my concerns: Last month, the Bone Dissolver unexpectedly dissolved a number of bones.

The children, two by two, walked into the woods solemnly, the hurricane lamp swinging, the light vanishing and then returning.

You weighed the future anger of others against the present trouble, and then you pretty much said, O.K. Kick the can down the road.

The AMERICAN HAGWON author on many shitty drafts, pleasing the ancestors, and finding answers to her questions

Read Shaad D’Souza’s review of the album.

From vast grids to winding suburbs, Americans have spent two centuries remaking the landscape around property.

Poets on poetry's role in the political landscape.

Fame, terror, and Taylor Swift’s Theory of Existence

The first installment of a six-part serialized short story.

Kristen Gleason, The Wallet and Other Thefts . Fonograf Editions, 2026. 183 Pages. Reading Kristen Gleason's The Wallet and Other Thefts feels a little like being robbed. I would know: it happene...

Last Ditch Bar in Greenfield wanted to build community. They got a firestorm instead.

Theresa Hak Kyung Cha’s wide-ranging art practice is on display in a traveling retrospective.

‘I was alone driving from the East Coast of Florida to Joshua Tree, in California. That was a normal thing to do after a breakup.’

"Seeing a partial eclipse bears the same relation to seeing a total eclipse as kissing a man does to marrying him."

‘Yes right no definitely, says a man on the sidewalk; a saw roars; a saw shrieks; a hammer pounds; a car goes by; a car goes by; a car goes by’ Fiction by Kathryn Scanlan.

I keep waking up in different beds and in this same body. I have to say this right away so you know it didn't start with limbs slackened, hair oily, a cruelty towards the sun. It started in the...

"The Motorcycle Factory" by Angie Sijun Lou was awarded the third place prize in our 2021 Open Border Fiction Prize by judge T Kira Māhealani Madden. “A lyric, sensory phantasmagoria, 'The Motorcycle ...

It started with what and went from there.

On the paradox of willpower

‘I was the honest broker, a role I treated with reverence. My people understood that even though I wasn’t “technical”, I was one of them.’ Fiction by Hansen Shi.

The other day I saw a friend named Rosalie who works at Anthropic.

It can feel like listening to Spotify, reading this way. A patchy sampling, in which huge expanses of history are available but unintuitively organized, likely to result in having heard rarities and m...

More and more Americans are living paycheck to paycheck. Albert, Cleo, Brigit, and Dave are here to help—but terms and conditions apply.

People are coming to take photos of the green-painted house, which kept the Pyakurel family safe as the area all around them was destroyed by rampaging floodwaters.

Support Hampshire College staff and faculty facing job loss with emergency relief funds for essential needs. Contributions and support help provide immediate assistance during this critical time.

Private liberal arts schools were never going to kickstart the revolution. But the closure of Hampshire College further narrows the political imaginary.

An excerpt from a verse play about Kim Kardashian.

The nature of her celebrity means that the world shapes itself around M.

Her latest novel appears to savage a celebrity. But Cusk has, once again, managed to turn herself into the victim.

Andrew Baker responds to Tyler Austin Harper

The insufferable hypocrisy of elite academia

A frog jumped out of the broom closet; the wife was already screaming; and the husband burst into the kitchen, squeezed the trigger of his face. In the time it took the morning light to stream …

On the farm, I understand exactly the degree to which I have come to depend on alcohol, since in the first three weeks I think about it frequently and get worried and even look for it twice in the far...

by Diane Cook, recommended by HarperCollins Publishers It had been days since Phil and his two oldest friends drunkenly fished from the middle of the great lake for fat trout, the sweet orange flesh o...

I loved the north. —— I yearned only for what I had. I am tempted to list those things, but the time for listing is over. There are worse things than…

The movie presents itself as a glossy rom-com, but its contempt for Americans is thrillingly cynical.

And a girl said: The sky today is incomplete because the cypress broke. And a young man said: But the sky today is complete because the cypress broke.

It would be one thing if I wrote fiction about Cromwell or aliens, but, given that my protagonists resemble me, how could I know you weren’t mixing us up?

‘A live player saw the rules of the game for what they were. The founders would not spell out these rules because they were impossible to sum up.’

It’s astonishing, Lilian often thought, that people feel this urge to talk about themselves with a stranger, however much or little they have lived.

As they say at the awards shows, I was humbled to learn that Christopher Nolan has read at least the first line of my...

‘The rider is holding a thin spear that pierces the throat of a fish – possibly a fish, or perhaps a skinned lamb, badly drawn at any rate.’ Fiction by Pirkko Saisio