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Hilton Als.

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To celebrate, we’re unlocking pieces from the archives of both The Paris Reviewand The New York Review of Books. Read on for Hilton Als’s Art of the Essay interview, paired with his essay “Michael”; Fernanda Melchor’s “They Called Her the Witch,” paired with Emmanuel Ordóñez Angulo’s review of the novel from which it is excerpted, Hurricane Season; and Adrienne Rich’s poem “Architect,” alongside Mark Ford’s essay on two recent collections of Rich’s poetry and essays.

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Hilton Als, The Art of the Essay No. 3
The Paris Review, issue no. 225 (Summer 2018)

For me, writing is a way of struggling through the intricacies of an anti­empirical sensibility. And there must be words other than fictionand nonfiction. I see fiction not as the construction of an alternate world but as what your imagination gives you from the real world.

Michael
By Hilton Als
The New York Review of Books, August 13, 2009, issue

James Baldwin did not live long enough to see Jackson self-destruct. And the most interesting aspect of his essay in light of Jackson’s death is Baldwin’s identification with Michael Jackson, another black boy who saw fame as power, and both did and did not get out of the ghetto he had been born into, or away from the father who became his greatest subject. But the differences are telling.

They Called Her the Witch
By Fernanda Melchor, translated by Sophie Hughes
The Paris Review, issue no. 231 (Winter 2019)

They called her the Witch, the same as her mother; the Girl Witch when she first started trading in curses and cures, and then, when she wound up alone, the year of the landslide, simply the Witch. If she’d had another name, scrawled on some timeworn, worm-eaten piece of paper maybe, buried at the back of one of those wardrobes that the older crone crammed full of plastic bags and filthy rags, locks of hair, bones, rotten leftovers, if at some point she’d been given a first name and last name like everyone else in town, well, no one had ever known it, not even the women who visited the house each Friday had ever heard her called anything else.

Deadly Myths
By Emmanuel Ordóñez Angulo
The New York Review of Books, January 14, 2021, issue

The novel’s themes—poverty (and all that comes with it: dire working conditions, educational deprivation), repressed sexuality, political corruption, and the opium of religion—all point to its main subject, which is violence. But to list these as elements of a Mexican story is to assert a platitude, and Melchor’s novel is not a catalog of the country’s troubles. Hurricane Seasonis, first and foremost, a horror story—its horror coming from rather than contrasting with the lyricism of Melchor’s prose.

Adrienne Rich. Photo: Myriam Diaz-Diocaretz.

Architect
By Adrienne Rich
The Paris Review, issue no. 155 (Summer 2000)

You could say he spread himself too thin      a plasterer’s
term
you could say he was then
skating thin ice      his stake in white colonnades against the
thinness of

ice itself     a slickened ground
Could say he did not then love
his art enough to love anything more
Could say he wanted the commission so
badly betrayed those who hired him      an artist
who in dreams followed
the crowds who followed him

‘Inventing New Ways to Be’
By Mark Ford
The New York Review of Books, November 8, 2018, issue

In the light of Rich’s subsequent career, the terms that Auden used to praise her early work in his introduction to A Change of Worldcame to seem almost comically misguided: her poems, he suggests, are “neatly and modestly dressed, speak quietly but do not mumble, respect their elders but are not cowed by them, and do not tell fibs.” Yet Auden’s somewhat patronizing précis of the virtues of Rich’s debut volume captures some of the cultural assumptions that initially shaped her, as both a poet and a person, and against which she would in time so spectacularly rebel.

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