The Paris Review No. 177
Peter Carey on the “dangers and pleasures” of writing novels.
James Tate on the art of poetry: “The thing that was magic about it was that once you put down one word, you could cross it out. . . . I put down mountain, then I'd go, no—valley. That's better.”
An encounter with a Serbian terrorist.
Sketches and watercolors by Woody Guthrie.