I still had the Piedmontese capital in my mind; the monarchic city
with its piazzas inhabited by scientists and kings, by politicians and by warriors
motionless in tired and solemn poses on their pedestals of stone, I still had in
mind all of the strange lyricism of its fateful geometric construction.
—Giorgio de Chirico
Portfolio | APS No. 23
An out-of-print book discovered in the one-dollar cart at a used bookstore leads to the rediscovery of an acclaimed writer, her unpublished work, and a forty-year correspondence with Saul Bellow in a safe-deposit box in Tulsa, Oklahoma.
Jacob Howland | University of Tulsa
I got an email out of the blue asking, Are you related to Bette Howland? —Jacob Howland on the rediscovery of his mother's work
Fiction | APS No. 24
Read Martha Cooley's 2017 O. Henry prizewinning story from No. 24: "Maybe those women felt as mercurial and blurry as she often did. Well, not blurry, exactly: incompletely inventoried. Like a house with unexplored rooms."