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There is a particular satisfaction in reaching the final page of something you nearly put down in the second chapter. This week's lead essay explores why we stay.
A dispatch on archipelago thinking, the hidden logic of used bookstores, and why the best cooks never follow recipes exactly.
Commonplace books have been kept by writers for centuries. This week we look at why the practice is due for a revival — and what it looks like on a laptop.
The notebook is not an archive. It is a rehearsal space. The Paris Review, on the notebooks of Chekhov, Woolf, and Baldwin.
This week's recipe is a pot of strong tea and a window. Also: a lamb stew from a Marcella Hazan paperback found in a thrift store in Duluth, Minnesota.
Before a piece of writing becomes itself, it is a collection of disconnected islands. This week's lead essay on the pre-writing mind.
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