Founded in 1892, the Sewanee Review is the longest-running literary quarterly in America.
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Nonfiction
John Jeremiah Sullivan
In discussing twentieth century American popular music and its most essential genre, the blues, there have been two main channels for getting into the history, or, as we like to say, the roots, of that tradition.
Online Feature
Liz Van Hoose
We recently met at our NYC neighborhood restaurant, Community Food and Juice, to talk about editing, publishing, and the literary passion fostered by Grove Atlantic under the intrepid leadership of its publisher, Morgan Entrekin.
Nonfiction
Jon Meacham
It was at once a diverting and disconcerting conversation. Last May, on assignment for Time magazine, I traveled to Trump Tower in midtown Manhattan to ask the then-presumptive Republican nominee about presidential literacy.
Poetry
Jennifer Habel
When I was a child I thought the answers to tests had to be transmitted to a person through some kind of food.
The Conglomerate
Lily Davenport
When Mary Ruefle visited Sewanee to receive the 2017 Aiken Taylor Award for Modern American Poetry at the beginning of March, we brought fellow-poet Michael Dickman in to give a lecture on her work.
The Conglomerate
Lily Davenport
Good comedy, to my mind, doesn't evaporate once the funny line is delivered; it lingers in the mind and ideally allows us to think about a situation from a fresh perspective.
Archival Content Fiction
Saul Bellow
Beyond the age of twelve, we were farmed out in the summer by the old woman to get a taste of life and the rudiments of earning. Even before, she found something for me to do.
Fiction
Jamie Quatro
In third grade, my dark-haired friend Anika had a genius older brother whose parents let him turn his bedroom into a chemistry lab, his treehouse into the place he slept at night.
Archival Content Poetry
Billy Collins
I, too, like it / more than many other things. // The way it enters / without knocking and is there. // The way it occupies a page / floating as if in a lake of milk.
The Conglomerate
Ansley McDurmon
In the summers, vines encroach upon a historical marker several miles from the Sewanee Review offices, threatening to hide a tribute to the Highlander Folk School.
Nonfiction
Adam Kirsch
No poet working today deserves our welcome more than Christian Wiman—in part because few poets have been so eloquent on the subject of the rareness and loneliness of the poetic vocation.
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