the paris review fall 2019 review.

It’s no secret that The Paris Review is one of my favorite literary magazines. Every season I eagerly await the release of a new issue. I’ve found that reading The Paris Review has given me the opportunity to be exposed to a variety of authors, writing styles, and unique stories. Each issue is filled with short stories, poetry, interviews, and even featured photography projects.

After working my way through the fall issue, I decided to pick a few of my favorites and share with you all. I hope it gives a taste for why I love reading The Paris Review and encourage everyone to give it a try! (Or check them out online at theparisreview.org.) I’ll also link to each piece so you can read it for yourself.

If By You You Mean We, Amy Woolard

The apples are early this year, & the grass is late. The taxi is Early & the past is late. The fist is late. The tooth — like the news.

Of the tooth — broke both early & late. I’m telling you: this all
Really happened. I had a love I ripped through like it was bread.

I had bread & cheese, apples & sugar on my every plate.
A sugar rose on my every cake. A love like a water

Ring soaked into the grain of my kitchen table. Sugar, I don’t need it
Refinished. The way it happened, I was my own witness. When we was

Together/everything was so grand. I love you like the fifty-two bones of the feet,
The fifty-four of the hand, the hell & the fast foam from a high-water wave

Smoothing itself toward me like a flu passed through a kiss. I couldn’t
Keep anything down. So happened it was my bread & butter for years

To turn the tables of this town. I didn’t know a morning
That wasn’t the end of my night. I came in through your basement

Bedroom window. I brought a love like two forkless fists stuffed
With lemon cake. A love like the house spider that crawls in

& then out of your open mouth during sleep, leaving only your waking
Tongue & its hustled memory of caught snowflakes from an early flurry.

The Mercy, Joyce Carol Oates

So much depends
upon
forgetting much

for our
earliest
yearnings never
abandon us.

The stroke
that wipes out
memory
is another word
for mercy.

Why Visit America, Matthew Baker

A fantastic short story on the perspective of visiting America, its values, and its people.

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