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The Silence of an Unknown Prisoner

For myself, I cannot live without my art. But I have never placed it above everything. If, on the other hand, I need it, it is because it cannot be separated from my fellow men, and it allows me to live, such as I am, on one level with them. It is a means of […]

Hope They Get Into Your Work, Eventually

You can read Mailer or Hemingway and see—or at least I do—that what separated them from greater writers (like Chekhov, say) was a certain failing of kindness or compassion or gentleness—an interest in the little guy, i.e., the nonglamorous little guy, a willingness and ability to look at all of their characters with love. [Tobias […]

Let Us Go and Risk Our Lives Unnecessarily

I thought it over; it went against me to lay out strychnine for lions, and I told him that I could not see my way to do it. At that his excitement changed over into exasperation. The lions, he said, if they were left in peace over this crime, would come back another time. The […]

That is all, gentlemen.

I don’t know these fellows, but I wish I did. Such style and grace. And they’re playing go.