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The Paris ReviewThe Paris Review

The Paris Review

Fall 2019

The Paris Review publishes the best fiction, poetry, art, and essays from new and established voices, and the Writers at Work interviews offer some of the most revealing self-portraits in literature.

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United States
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English
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The Paris Review Foundation, Inc.
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the paris review

GEORGE PLIMPTON 1927 – 2003 Editor Emily Nemens Managing Editor Hasan Altaf Online Editor Nadja Spiegelman Assistant Online Editor Brian Ransom Assistant Editor Lauren Kane Poetry Editor Vijay Seshadri Art Editor Charlotte Strick Southern Editor John Jeremiah Sullivan London Editor Adam Thirlwell Paris Editor Antonin Baudry West Coast Editor Christian Kiefer Advisory Editors Hilton Als, Justin Alvarez, Elaine Blair, Robyn Creswell, Hailey Gates, Cary Goldstein, Saskia Hamilton, Christopher Merrill, Dan Piepenbring, Frederick Seidel, Caitlin Youngquist Interns Cornelia Channing, Noor Qasim Readers Eleonore Condo, Claudia Crook, India Ennenga, Georgia Eugenides, Camille Jacobson, Brent Katz, Charlotte Wadsworth, Omar Zakaria Publishing Director Lori Dorr Digital Director Craig Morgan Teicher Social-Media Manager Rhian Sasseen Development & Events Julia Berick Publishing Manager Robin Jones Design Strick&Williams Special Adviser Joshua Liberson Board of Directors Matt Holt (Co-President), Akash Shah (Co-President), Kwame Anthony Appiah, William B. Beekman, Jeffrey Eugenides, Stephyten Gaghan, James C. Goodale (emeritus), Lawrence H. Guffey, Radhika…

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susannah hunnewell 1966–2019

The Paris Review lost a dear friend when Susannah Hunnewell, the publisher of the magazine, passed away on June 15. Susannah and I were once invited to a party. We met in the park at sunset and she decided, on a lark, that we should take a horse-drawn carriage. She kept asking the driver to make another turn, go farther uptown, east, then south and back, it was so beautiful, the buildings in the gold light towering around us. I’d lived in New York for twelve years but never ridden in a carriage. Much of the time I spent with Susannah was in a kind of enchantment, talking about the small literary magazine that we cared about inordinately. We surprised ourselves by how personal this journal became to us, how much we…

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last rites

ANUK ARUDPRAGASAM It was a little past four in the afternoon, the light softer now and more diffuse, the intensity of the day’s heat beginning to wane, and standing by himself in a corner of the garden Krishan was observing the people gathered in Rani’s house for the funeral, somewhat unnerved, after his long and meditative journey, by how quickly he’d found himself in this place so different from his point of origin, this setting that, despite conforming to all his abstract expectations, had nevertheless managed to catch him off guard. The sense of calm, peaceful self-containment he’d felt on the train had remained with him on the bus during the quiet, two-hour ride from the Kilinochchi station, and it had persisted too on his walk from the bus stop, as…

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two poems by kevin prufer

I HAVE VOTED The dogs tipped the garbage and the meat spilled outthe larger dog sniffed itthe smaller stood to the side and growled the meat quivered on the floorI’d kept it too long it wasslick and fat it had expired all this while I stood in lineand then the ballot machine glowed greenlyyes yes yes I told it while the large dog licked the meatlifted it gingerly with its mouthdropped it wetly to the floor and America I said walking home fromthe high school gymnasiumI love you I am your son I have voted while the two dogs circled the messgrowling oh my beautiful country a bolt gunreduces an animal instantly to unconsciousness no painsays the handbook called Bolt StunningTechniques for Cattle— Draw an X from the topsof the eyes to the tipsof the horns the bolt…

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the art of fiction no. 244

ALICE McDERMOTT Before I met Alice McDermott, I’d heard a story: when her students became distracted with excitement after she won the National Book Award for Charming Billy (1998), she settled the class down by offering a hundred dollars to anyone who remembered the last winner. As the rumor went, she kept her money. Not one M.F.A. student of fiction could recall the winner or the book (Charles Frazier, for Cold Mountain). This is a revealing wager from a writer as recognized by awards committees as McDermott; her novel That Night (1987) was a finalist for the National Book Award, the PEN/Faulkner Award, and the Pulitzer Prize; At Weddings and Wakes (1992) was also a finalist for the Pulitzer. Charming Billy won an American Book Award as well as the National Book…

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two poems by mary szybist

THE MOLTEN SAINTS INSIDE ME DO NOT QUIET Like an alarm I can’t shut off, the summer.Like air raid sirens stuck onthe world is burning, the world is burning& I can’t stop it. Can’t stop ash from the reddening sky falling dry onto grass, onto cloverlit purple at their tips. Mouth level.My cheek muscles the ground. I can’t hear anything here. I can’t hearthem but I know, around me,forests are not quiet as they burn. As they burn, the saints inside memake their noise. Degrees, decibelsrising. When will I listen?To emergency, when will I be true? Already ash flecks my arms, gathersin my open ear its slowpress. Where is my pilgrimage, myprotest? When will I get up? Get up, they say. The sun fumes pink.My saints pour through me, blarethrough me, thickening in their rattle— My saints,…