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An Opera on Little Island
The opera’s three-and-a-half-hour running time has been cut to an Ozempic-thin ninety minutes, and the exquisite Italian ...
The Paris Review1d
New Books By Emily Witt, Vigdis Hjorth, and Daisy Atterbury
I did not have a good time reading Vigdis Hjorth’s novel If Only. I felt, in fact, kind of abject—but something about the ...
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Dreaming Within the Text: Notebooks on Herman Melville
The dream in literature must be a region of wonder, separate from yet reflexive to the rest of the text. It must be the dream ...
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The Psychopathology of Everyday Café Life in Freud’s Vienna
Deborah Levy writes fiction, plays, and poetry. She is the author of several novels including August Blue, Hot Milk and ...
The Paris Review3d
Letters to James Schuyler
The artist and writer Joe Brainard and the poet James Schuyler, both central figures in the New York School of poets and ...
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The Dead Soldier's Talk
I’m tired of lying here. The mountain and the river are not bad.
The Paris Review2d
Photograph of My Father
Above the crescent of a colonnade. And he is standing on a gravel path Between turned-up rows of empty flower beds.
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The Paris Review Fine Art Editions
The Paris Review was founded in the spring of 1952 by two young novelists living in Paris at the time—Harold L. Humes and Peter Matthiessen. Its first (and continuing) editor was George Plimpton who ...
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When the Movie Theatre Closed
below and above them with pink.
The Paris Review4d
The Jewish Furrier Explains the Search for Beauty
Remember where I came from. Think of a continent of sabled czars. Leave your home. Let exile fill your mouth like the lost language of the child. Understand the reason. A man who would not wear the ...