“So two of these goofs come by in a cab and we go up North, in a hotel, out, got nine bucks, up and down, around a corner, ducking up and down, then back to Rich, the poor son of a bitch, he come out and he was bawling”: An interview with Nelson Algren.
Jack Kerouac’s On the Road.
Poems by John Hollander, Christopher Logue, and Louis Simpson.
A memory like a “whore’s top drawer” and the Art of Fiction: An interview with James Thurber.
“Whenever you looked at it you heard music, divine music, music such as Steppenwolf heard when Herman Hesse gave him an injection”: Henry Miller introduces a Zev portfolio.
A story by Evan S. Connell. Poems by Adrienne Rich and James Wright.
“Almost languidly, he pushed the sword home in just the right place, up to the pommel. In that instant Islero raised his head, and stabbed the right horn, the bad one, into the upper part of Manolete’s right thigh”: An essay on the death of a Spanish national hero.
The Art of Fiction: Georges Simenon on the eleven-day novel.
Self-portraits by Matisse, Chagall, and Leger.
“The Negro novelist draws his blackness too tightly around him when he sits down to write—that’s what the anti-protest critics believe—but perhaps the white reader draws his whiteness around himself when he sits down to read”: Ralph Ellison on the Art of Fiction.
Eugene Walter on a portfolio of Polish artist Feliks Topolski.
A story by Vilma Howard. Poems by Geoffrey Hill and Louis Simpson.