No schism occurs without a few pangs and regrets, of course. The animals had heretical ideas, but sometimes they seemed herer than we were. Maybe it was because bits and bytes flew over their heads. Maybe the animals were only ever going to listen to someone who spoke in moons and stars. Of course we never would have stooped to that, pandering to wallabies and penguins, handing out stars like handing out candy. If only there had been some river that could have washed all that magic off, all that moonshine, without washing them away as well.
A Celebration | December 9
Deborah Treisman has helped to shape the literary conversation of the twenty-first century as the fiction editor at the New Yorker—the first woman to hold the title since Katharine White established the department in 1925. Join us on December 9 as we honor her with the 2019 Deborah Pease Prize.
What we're talking about at A Public Space
Every Monday we post a memo to our news page, where you can read a shortlist of what has us abuzz at the moment. This week: Voltaire’s briefcase, James Joyce in Buffalo, new choreography from Annie-B Parson, Giorgio de Chirico’s private vocabulary, and more. Take a look at what has us riveted.
Geometry of Shadows | The PEN Ten
Geometry of Shadows by Giorgio de Chirico hits shelves October 1; the book's translator, Stefania Heim, spoke to PEN about the meaning of loyalty in translation and how her own identity shaped her understanding of the painter's poetry: “What is the relationship, either grammatically or spatially, between an iron artichoke, a train in the distance, and the goddess Athena?”