<div><img src="https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2024/12/wreaths-e1734627946435.jpg" style="width: 100%;" /><div>“Yesterday I made enough money in wages and tips to pay my half of the monthly mortgage. This morning I found a pine needle in my butt crack.”</div></div>
<div><img src="https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2024/12/wilhelm-amberg-czytanie-wertera-goethego-1871-1024x813.jpg" style="width: 100%;" /><div>Recommendations from five Paris Review fiction writers, three translators, and four editors.</div></div>
<div><img src="https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2024/12/1024px-ice-skating-william-frerichs-1869.jpg" style="width: 100%;" /><div>“I circled the rink a few times, and felt an entirely new sensation.”</div></div>
From us to you, a puzzle celebrating the new Winter issue of the Paris Review.
<div><img src="https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2024/11/keep-3.jpg" style="width: 100%;" /><div>“Mr. White, I’d like to interview you about intergenerational sex. Would that be possible?”</div></div>
<div><img src="https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2024/12/1024px-bungaku-bandai-no-takara-terakoya-school-by-issunshi-hanasato.png" style="width: 100%;" /><div>Recommendations from five Paris Review fiction writers, three translators, one poet, one poetry editor, and two interns.</div></div>
The following short story by Yukio Mishima (1925–1970), newly translated by John Nathan, was first published in the June 1965 issue of Nihon (Japan) magazine. 1. That morning, for the first time in a long while, Ryōichi and his wife refreshed themselves with an exhilarating kiss. In the not-quite morning, they emerged onto the balcony […]
<div><img src="https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2024/12/8160c6d3-d336-4774-9950-eee4fecfcbc0.jpeg" style="width: 100%;" /><div>“An old teacher told me the secret to woodworking is simple: make the right line, and cut to it. It’s the kind of day when the pencil line pulls away from the ruler.”</div></div>
<div><img src="https://www.theparisreview.org/il/848646c79b/large/Hughes_seo.png" style="width: 100%;" /><div>“This is my husband, Desmond,” Gemma tells the driving instructor. “He wants to sit in the back.” “Des!” Desmond jousts forward with his pale hand. The driving instructor—a man in his late seventies, of a chimney sweeper’s build that makes Gemm...</div></div>
<div><img src="https://www.theparisreview.org/il/4d934309ad/large/Jones_seo.png" style="width: 100%;" /><div>A college friend of my father’s picked me up at the airport. It was my first time ever riding in a convertible and although Anne—that was her name—kept the top up, it still felt like an important milestone for me. I’d never met Anne before but I knew she was a lesbian. I...</div></div>
<div><img src="https://www.theparisreview.org/il/0da8cbcdad/large/White_seo.png" style="width: 100%;" /><div>State of Georgia v. Jeffery Lamar Williams a.k.a. Young Thug et al. one of the Williams motionsin liminerecounts the hand-to-...</div></div>
<div><img src="https://www.theparisreview.org/il/5758c669ed/large/Skallagrimsson_seo.png" style="width: 100%;" /><div>My tongue is slackwith sky-weight,too slow to movepoem-beams.It’s hard now,from mind’s haven,to drag the swagOdin swindled. * My family standsat its end, stopsstorm-thrashedon a forest’s fringe.No man is hale whohefts his kinsman’s jointsoff his ground-sprawl,carries...</div></div>
<div><img src="https://www.theparisreview.org/il/c8fc947330/large/Shibli_seo.png" style="width: 100%;" /><div>We have nothing to do with what’s happening. Under the heavy downpour the dirt can no longer evade its destiny of becoming mud. The surface of the soil shimmers as the rain kicks up brown droplets that are spit out in all directions each time the tires inch toward the side of the road, making...</div></div>
<div><img src="https://www.theparisreview.org/il/8d7d8775b7/large/Murnane_seo.png" style="width: 100%;" /><div>With a group of his students at Victoria College, 1980. All photographs courtesy of Gerald Murnane. Gerald Murnane lives in Goroke, a town of three hundred people in Australia’s West Wimmera plains. A five-hour drive from Melbourne, the West Wimmera is a sequestered, rural world, but it&rsq...</div></div>
<div><img src="https://www.theparisreview.org/il/5e797412ab/large/Kureishi_seo.png" style="width: 100%;" /><div>At a demonstration against My Beautiful Laundrette outside a movie theater in New York City, ca. 1987. Courtesy of Hanif Kureishi. Hanif Kureishi was born in 1954 and grew up in Bromley, in London’s commuter belt, spending his early years above the grocery shop run by his maternal...</div></div>
<div><img src="https://www.theparisreview.org/il/7f8bffec33/large/Jameson_seo.png" style="width: 100%;" /><div>Teaching at Duke, 1988. Courtesy of Duke University. The critic Fredric Jameson died at the age of ninety on September 22, 2024, a little more than a year after the first of the three conversations that form the basis of the text below. In spite of Jameson’s years, the news came as somethin...</div></div>
<div><img src="https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2024/12/1080px-rouen-30784933502-1024x683.jpg" style="width: 100%;" /><div>“With a certain measure of pride, I felt myself becoming an ‘intellectual.’ ”</div></div>
<div><img src="https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2024/10/fridge-1024x699.jpg" style="width: 100%;" /><div>New collections from Gabriel Palacios and Emily Jungmin Yoon—plus, a press for postcard poetry.</div></div>
<div><img src="https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2024/12/img-1755-1024x789.jpeg" style="width: 100%;" /><div>“I lean close to the bag and inhale. I remember that the leather is baby-cow skin. I smell the earth, animal mortality, and the moment of my financial trauma.”</div></div>
<div><img src="https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2024/12/img-9599-scaled-e1733159652491-1024x761.jpg" style="width: 100%;" /><div>Extracts from new books by Byung-Chul Han, Augusto Monterroso, Mark Leyner, and Nicholas Rombes.</div></div>