The Sewanee Conglomerate
Named for the uppermost rock formation in Sewanee's corner of the Cumberland Plateau, the Sewanee Conglomerate is the magazine's blog. Check here for short pieces about books and current events written by SR staff and guest contributors.
I want language that requires some elbow grease, language that brings me back to my own humping spirit, flush from the spoils of living.
I love stories that are intermittent in the way they dramatize, not just the unexpected in terms of the events but also the intermittent narration where there are large hiatuses or blank spaces.
In my experience, women are often told what our bodies are for, and then we are told to feel shame for it—even, and sometimes especially, amongst each other.
Where are the novels that capture the particular flavor of these “interesting times”? (Spoiler: the flavor is ipecac.)
The story Inés unfolds becomes a testimony which Miliano’s sleeping body must bear witness to.
The staff takes a springtime stroll down memory lane with three underappreciated classics.
Snow still lay in piles, blackening at their tips, as I encountered my favorite lines of the novel, set in the springtime.
What are the badlands, but a judgement call? Consider the fluid political lines between creeks, cricks, kills, quebradas, runs, washes, arroyos, streams, and any other path of water which people have named according to their ancestral language or their source of income.
She understands feelings and desires not as mere character attributes or plot drivers, but as terrain to be explored: dense forests dotted with hidden glades and caves.