ABOUT A YEAR ago I started learning how to swim. Not for the first time: I had suffered through Saturday morning lessons in dank, echoing pools smelling of waterlogged...
SHEILA HETI’S FIRST novel, Ticknor, was tiny and at first glance rambling—but in fact, beautifully composed and orchestrated. In it, she told the story of...
Recently, in an antique store in rural Virginia, I came across the Foxfire books, a high-school class project that turned into an epic publishing and oral history enterprise. Now...
