Write what you know, they say.
But what if the people and things you know don’t really want to be written about?
Or want to completely control the way they are written about so...
At seventy-two, Tolstoy was the most famous writer in Russia, well into the beatific, heretical Christianity he had discovered during his spiritual crisis two decades earlier.
Maxim...
On the one hand: haven't we had enough?
Do we really need to hear about the empty lives and unsatisfying relationships of the Brooklyn cold-brew class ever again?
8/10ths of all...
The retreat center was attached to a grand, turn-of-the-century hotel, straight out of The Shining, manned by a skeleton crew for the winter.
Wandering the grounds, I poked my...
I remember before turning thirty, I used to stay up all night doing nothing—just biting my nails and watching my life pass, grabbing for any frame of reference to hold on to,...