The Review

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.

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