• The Conglomerate

    The Sewanee Review stands in solidarity with the Black Lives Matter movement and condemns the murders of Breonna Taylor, Ahmaud Arbery, and George Floyd. Our hearts break that such injustices continue to be perpetrated, but our hearts swell with hope and optimism at the most recent protests’ display of unity and their promise of systemic change. This is a time of extraordinary opportunity in our country—and here at the university—to make lasting changes for the better.

    Nonfiction, Online Feature
    Stephanie Danler

    I was never going to be controlled by anyone, I decided. I was never going to be dependent on anyone. Was that the first moment I knew I could burn a bridge and survive? And that my survival became colored by spite?

    The Conglomerate
    The Sewanee Review

    What I wanted to do in telling Dwight’s story is capture the loony, obsessive passions—here, a love for astronomy—we’re capable of at Dwight’s age, passions that push us out to explore the big world. At the same time, I wanted to show the process by which we come to understand that the world is more complicated and troubled than we imagined.

    Craft Lecture
    A. E. Stallings

    In an era before mass-production, every object a person handled was made by an individual, and thus unique. It had a history, and, sometimes, a destiny. Chairs, weapons, embroidered cloaks, a bronze cheese grater—any of these might appear in Homer with the name of its maker, its place of origin, and the genealogy of who regifted it to whom.

    David James Poissant

    Shaking Teddy’s hand, he knows this week will be long and filled with lasts: Last swim in the lake. Last game of horseshoes on the lawn. Last night on the dock, watching the moon climb, star by star, into the sky.

    Heather Christle

    He will pay for this at Trivia Night if he makes it to the future

    (If the future still has trivia, if the future still has night)

    Caki Wilkinson

    and my friend is feeling better, done with chemo,
    and I don’t know what to say but can’t shut up,
    just keep reloading wrong words through the last
    packed aisles and turnstiles, back to Saturday,
    appalled, of course, but not ungratified
    by all these ways we have to stay alive.

    John Psaropoulos

    Integration in, say, Germany, with its robust manufacturing economy and a need for workers is one thing. In Greece, which is just beginning to recover from its worst ever recession and still has statistical unemployment of 16 percent, it is quite another.

    Sylvia Sellers-García

    Here, I thought, is a glimpse of what it’s like to live without evidence of the past

    Christian Lorentzen

    Retail jobs are under relentless threat from Amazon and the like; Wendy’s and its peers have been testing out touch-screen ordering, and it’s not hard to imagine any warm meals prepared by humans soon falling into the artisanal category; and computerization has been eliminating all manner of office work for decades. But people find it hard to believe that most eighteen-wheelers will soon be running on autopilot on highways, with complete automation soon to follow. The notion inspires the specter of runaway juggernauts massacring scores of innocent commuters and vacationers in their Toyotas and Priuses in flaming roadside pileups.

    Justin Taylor

    Maybe I’m missing something. Death in Her Hands is a novel about delusions and lacunae, after all, and it’s certainly possible that I’m not as careful a reader as I think I am, but I’ve read this book twice now, and I still don’t have a clear sense of why it was written, much less of what it’s trying to say.

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