The Paris Review

The Paris Review

Summer 2021

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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4 Números

en este número

2 min.
george bradley

PENICILLIN AND THE ANTHROPOCENE APOCALYPSE Penicillin was discovered in a moldy petri dishin 1928 and by the forties was called a miracle drugand by the fifties had become both widely availableand cheap, which is to say that penicillin arrivedin time for me, who without it would have dieda child on more than one occasion, but didn’tand grew to see the things around me die instead.My first cat was struck by a car on Daniels Lane,I was five. My father’s mother died when I was six,my mother’s three years later, then a godmother,an uncle, a favorite aunt, and then the floodgatesopened as generations passed away in the wayof the world, my parents, my in-laws, eventuallymy brother, and meanwhile the world around meseemed to abide, but let’s not be fooled by that.The fireflies…

22 min.
tennis is the opposite of death: a proof

1. Tennis is not the only sport with skew angles. Pool has skew angles and spin and backspin. But pool is murk, pool is cramped in the dark. Soccer has geometry and passing shots, but teams, not individual players like tennis. Soccer has sun, like tennis, but also many violences. Football has an ugly sound on TV in the afternoon in a care home. Football is crippling and chunky, as is rugby. Basketball has leaps, suavity, fingertips on pebbled rubber and rubber through a net. But mainly interiors again, mainly night. Cricket has too many points and a bat like a headstone. Baseball has a prospect: all that land. And baseball has apartness, like tennis, but long periods of time where nothing happens, and also that situation of so many players…

13 min.
a summer party

Rosemary looked over the party; her parents and her parents’ friends down below on the sod lawn. Seersucker and espadrilles; white cotton dresses; Brazilian jazz; the costumes of their heyday. They drank beer and Long Island iced tea and white wine punch, a recipe Rosemary’s mother had clipped from a magazine. Two pitchers on the patio table, under the shade of an umbrella, and two more, waiting in the fridge. Ice cubes slugged into the ice chest; smell of window screen like rust. There were Mr. and Mrs. Carson; Mr. and Mrs. Wentz; the Pattersons in matching hibiscus print; Patricia, who cut Rosemary’s hair; Lauren’s father and his nameless new wife. Lauren, a classmate, had been invited by Rosemary’s mother. Did Lauren want to come over and watch movies with…

43 min.
the art of comics no. 3

There’s a certain type of comedy in which the comedian will examine and even dismantle a joke in service of the truth. I don’t think it has once occurred to Roz Chast that truth can possibly exist outside of funniness. To her, the truth, even in its barbarism, is screamingly funny. And, of course, if something isn’t funny, it isn’t true. One can divide comics artists into two categories: storytellers, who use drawings in service of their narratives, and illustrators, who take care with things like intricate, full-color cityscapes, and whose work is read with the part of the brain used for looking at paintings. Chast lands in the storyteller camp, because the story is what she cares about most. But she is a nonlinear and deeply visual thinker, equally likely…

1 min.
michael klein

THE ANIMALS THE ANIMALS Here I am I’ve been watching the animalsI watch them in the afternoonthat seems to drop my being lower into time bullfrogs singing from the long grasseshorses captured in a videoWild is a horse’s word They are running wild on an island & turning sharply as if stoppedby something that isn’t there I’ve been watchingthe animals move through sudden predicaments or work-like joy from a habit as with the sea turtlepulling her anvil body down to the continent of oceanafter leaving her eggs in the upper sands She is returning to single life & the sequenced minutes of light breaking softlyon the surface of the water How delicate it is belowwhere the daylight doesn’t reach all the wet & green one world brushing upagainst the slippery gardens of anotherI’ve been watching the…

4 min.
contributors and credits

KAVEH AKBAR is the author of Calling a Wolf a Wolf, the editor of The Penguin Book of Spiritual Verse, and the poetry editor for The Nation. His second collection, Pilgrim Bell, will be published by Graywolf this summer. HASAN ALTAF is the managing editor of The Paris Review. ANUK ARUDPRAGASAM is a Sri Lankan Tamil novelist. His second book, A Passage North, is forthcoming from Hogarth this summer. CHARLES BAUDELAIRE (1821–1867) was a French poet and essayist. JENNIFER BARBER’s most recent collection is Works on Paper. She is the founding editor of the journal Salamander. CAMILLE BORDAS teaches creative writing at the University of Florida. Her latest novel is How to Behave in a Crowd. MARIANNE BORUCH’s eleventh book of poems, Bestiary Dark, will be published by Copper Canyon this fall. GEORGE BRADLEY’s sixth book of…