I began dressing Helen Clarke in my mind, putting her in a bathing suit on a snow bank, setting her high in the hard branches of a tree...

Our partners do not belong to us; they are only on loan, with an option to renew—or not. Knowing that we can lose them does not have to...

The world, the girl knew, was worse than savage, the world was unmoved. I struggled with the writing style of this book when I first...

The crisis facing men is not the crisis of masculinity, it is the crisis of patriarchal masculinity. A compelling collection of essays...

'Why wouldn't they want to know me?' Who wouldn't want to know me? This was a new idea for me. Our father had always thought we were...

You cannot blame me for being what I am. Without me, nothing would end. Nothing could end. And therefore nothing could grow. I am life....

This feels like the Tenet of the Blake Crouch literary universe. Almost cool, but over-engineered. I've said it before and I'll say it...

Am I what they call an egoist? Or am I the opposite, a man of excessively weak spirit? I really don't know myself, but since I seem in...

I studied abroad in Spain and my favorite author wrote a book set in Madrid. This is my Roman Empire. I've known about this book for over...

We are just looking at each other. There are no hard edges to grab hold of, no distinct markers on this moment's beginning or end,...