What Really Happened with the CIA and The Paris Review?: A Conversation with Lance Richardson by Dan Piepenbring

November 11, 2025 – “In a funny way, it was really the fact that writing is far too solitudinous an activity that gave us The Paris Review. Along with the CIA, of course.”

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Ah yes, the riveting exposé where the #CIA and The Paris Review are entangled in a yarn so complex, even a spy would yawn 💤. Spoiler alert: it's mostly about subscribing to a literary magazine 📚. As thrilling as watching paint dry, but hey, at least you can donate! 💰
https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2025/11/11/what-really-happened-with-the-cia-and-the-paris-review-a-conversation-with-lance-richardson/ #ParisReview #LiteraryMagazine #Subscription #Donate #Boredom #HackerNews #ngated
What Really Happened with the CIA and The Paris Review?: A Conversation with Lance Richardson by Dan Piepenbring

November 11, 2025 – “In a funny way, it was really the fact that writing is far too solitudinous an activity that gave us The Paris Review. Along with the CIA, of course.”

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What Really Happened with the CIA and The Paris Review?: A Conversation with Lance Richardson by Dan Piepenbring

November 11, 2025 – “In a funny way, it was really the fact that writing is far too solitudinous an activity that gave us The Paris Review. Along with the CIA, of course.”

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Rejected In Paris

I got told off by The Paris Review today. Maybe it wasn’t necessarily directed at me, but as they say in the, now old, new lingo, I felt attacked.  You see, recently, drawing on the well of inspiration that is history I succeeded in writing a poem, but not just any poem. I wrote a ghazal. 

Those who know me for any amount of time are made aware of my taste for writing poetry. It’s usually pretty bad but I persist, cause why not. The OG is long gone anyway. The ghazal is an especially ambitious type of poetry to be taken up my someone with my modest talents. To make matters worse, as I learned today, the ghazal is really well suited for the Urdu. For all practical matters, I know only English. 

By me! San Diego Botanic Garden, California Poppy (I think).

For anyone with any little interest in love and romance, being born in South Asia is a special kind of blessing. We are lucky to have had Urdu poetry reach its peak here. Urdu is perhaps the perfect medium to transmit mischief, passion, pain, longing, and the myriad other emotions which are handmaidens to big Love. Not any kind of expert, but all my life I’ve consumed shayari, sher, ghazals, whether in mainstream Bollywood or in sparkling corners of the internet

Armed with the internet, full of inspiration, my trusty editor, Mir ChatGPT, in the other tab. I decided it was time to go all in. The Ghazal was to be written. It was, it follows all the rules, I even make a self reference in the last couplet as is the tradition, but it lacks oomph. A good sher, a good ghazal, should pierce you and make you blush for it’s andaaz, mischief and audacity. 

Mine… well, you can read it here yourself, don’t forget to play the tiny desk concert, it is lovely. 

Definitely read The Paris Review article for it’s a great take of view from a writer who transfers the styles of poetry in one language to another.

#bollywoodPoetry #creativeWriting #crossCulturalWriting #expatWriting #ghazal #languageAndTranslation #literaryCulture #literaryHumor #literaryMagazines #lovePoetry #parisReview #personalEssay #poemWriting #Poetry #poetryCommunity #poetrySubmission #shayari #urduPoetry #writerSLife #writingProcess #writingRejection

“To repeat them, to use them over and over again and to keep on speaking of the hranräd, waelräd, or “road of the whale” instead of “the sea”—that kind of thing—and “the seawood,” “the stallion of the sea” instead of “the ship.” So I decided finally to stop using them, the metaphors, that is; but in the meanwhile I had begun studying the language, and I fell in love with it.” #JorgeLuisBorges #ParisReview

https://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/4331/the-art-of-fiction-no-39-jorge-luis-borges

Jorge Luis Borges, The Art of Fiction No. 39

“I live in a grey world, rather like the silver screen world. But yellow stands out.”

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“The resonances between life and art continued: a year after Camus’s death, Casares reprised her role as the Princess, the female face of death, in the final installment of Cocteau’s Orphic Trilogy. In the play, there is a love triangle between the Princess, the poet, and his wife, the pregnant Eurydice. The story is set in a dreamlike postwar Paris.”
#AlbertCamus #loveletters #ParisReview

https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2018/04/11/illicit-love-letters-albert-camus-and-maria-casares/

Illicit Love Letters: Albert Camus and Maria Casares

  For the past few weeks, I’ve fixated on a collection of primary source material that reads like a tidy work of epistolary fiction. It’s a big book, nearly 1,300 pages, transcribed from original letters, postcards, and telegrams sent between the French philosopher and writer Albert Camus and the Spanish French actress Maria Casares between 1944 and […]

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"Within the story, Jack’s problem, which becomes the reader’s, is that Roy has a theory, and the theory is just *too much.*"

For the Paris Review, I ask whether the demons of David Lynch's Twin Peaks universe were inspired by a 1982 short story by Norman Rush.

https://mailchi.mp/theparisreview/calebcrainnormanrush?e=224caefe41

#shortstory #twinpeaks #normanrush #parisreview

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"I only became a novelist because I thought I had missed my chance to ­become a historian."

#parisreview #hilarymantel #books #interview
https://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/6360/the-art-of-fiction-no-226-hilary-mantel

The Art of Fiction No. 226

Hilary Mantel was born Hilary Thompson in Hadfield, Derbyshire, a mill town fifteen miles east of Manchester. Her memoir, Giving Up the Ghost, chronicles a grim childhood in a working-class Irish Catholic family: “From about the age of four I had begun to believe I had done something wron...

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The Art of Fiction No. 178

In 1985, after seventeen New York publishers had rejected City of Glass, the lead novella in The New York Trilogy, it was published by Sun and Moon Press in San Francisco. The other two novellas, Ghosts and The Locked Room, came out the next year. Paul Auster was thirty-eight. Al...

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Unlikely to me that #Israel sees another Nobel Prize in Lit. — most subjective of subjective prizes — anytime soon. Why not? #Antisemitism is more prevalent than many believe — in places of power & more populist threads (tho' not always). I didn't always believe that; came to the sad conclusion over time — well before the most recent upswelling of antipathy in the US & 🌍.

Many worthy to consider for that Nobel, David Grossman among them. #ParisReview interview (2007) https://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/5794/the-art-of-fiction-no-194-david-grossman

The Art of Fiction No. 194

Grossman at Mishkenot Sha'ananim, Jerusalem, 2007.   In 1987, to mark the twentieth year of Israel’s occupation of the West Bank and the Gaza Strip, the editors of the Israeli newsweekly Koteret Rashit dispatched the young novelist David Grossman to the West Bank for seven wee...

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