A selection of passages we underlined in new releases this November.
The political project constraining American women, the one that gave us Dobbs, rests on a picture of motherhood as a woman’s entirety. Instinctive, total, self-abnegating, and therefore requiring no c...
“America, The Never Event,” an excerpt from The Fleeing Season by Jamie D Brooks “We needed to move quickly because of the severe pelvic fracture and damage to the left kidney. It was the bleed, we ha...
Electric Literature is pleased to reveal the covers of The Weight of a Frozen Moment and Dune Lines: New and Selected Poems by Forrest Gander, which will be published respectively on April 6, 2027 by ...
“It is a novel about how to live, or how to be: how to be happy, how to be sad, how to fall in love, how to collapse in a heap when love doesn’t work out.”
“He reads Maurice Blanchot, and he’s got thirteen guns.”
Adding photographs to fiction and poetry became a trend in 1990 with the explosive popularity of WG Sebald’s Vertigo, but it was far from a new innovation. There were illustrated novels 98 years earli...
Brais Lamela’s debut novel, What Remains, opens with a lecture on forensic architecture that the novel’s narrator, a Galician PhD student living in New York, is only half listening to as he helps hims...
To celebrate the results of the midterm elections, we’ve unlocked Robert Caro’s Art of Biography interview and Matthew Baker’s short story “Why Visit America” from the archive.
“I came to the work of Harry Crews through word of mouth. A friend was telling me about this fucked-up guy and his book A Feast of Snakes.”
In September, a former Cornell student sued the university and seven fraternity members, who she says drugged and raped her. Nobody was arrested; only two were expelled. According to her lawyer, some ...
When I began trying to get pregnant, I didn’t know exactly why I wanted to have a child, but I knew my parents had something to do with the desire. Not directly: They never told me I should have child...
“ ‘It’s a bird, it’s a plane!’ people cried. No, just a cello on a moonlit flit.”
“The title kind of teases the painting. It’s a tiny person painting a giant head, which sounds like it could be about the ego.”
“ ‘She was looking for a man,’ Cynthia Buchanan writes of the virgin’s quest. ‘She sure was looking for some man.’ ”