The Paris Review No. 194
Michel Houellebecq on the art of fiction: “It’s not so different from punk rock. You scream but you modulate a little.” And Norman Rush on why he didn’t publish his first book until he was fifty-three.
New fiction by Sam Lipsyte, Lydia Davis, and newcomer April Ayers Lawson.
An essay by John Jeremiah Sullivan, and a dispatch from Cambridge by J. D. Daniels.
Poems by Frederick Seidel, Carol Muske-Dukes, John Tranter, and more.
Plus a curated portfolio by Lauren Cornell featuring Tauba Auerbach and Colter Jacobsen.