“Only people who have been in love can recognize other people in love, Ting thought.”

“When my husband says divorce, / I start decorating the interior / of my cardboard tent, stock / it with cans of SpaghettiOs / and Bumble Bee (flip-topped), / re-do my hair into a wild Einstein / without the Nobel or any theories / about relativity…”

Elizabeth Gaskell’s North and South and the dissolution of a modern marriage.

Then the space between us got bigger. The first time I noticed he’d been detaching, I saw an opened tube of toothpaste in the first floor bathroom.

The three deaths of Susan Taubes occurred in one week.

Lara Vapnyar discusses the “mysterious Russian soul”, childhood, and how she learned she is a powerful writer.

There are few if any American writers who can vocalize the crushing despair of late capitalist malaise in a mere five sentences.