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Kathryn Hughes
An Entry of One’s Own

A collection of excerpts from women’s diaries written over the past four centuries offers a vast range of human experience and a subtle counterhistory.

Alice Kaplan
The Posthumous Autobiographer

Michel Leiris’s literary memoirs belong to a form almost unrecognizable today; they are driven not by plot—the narrative arc—but by words.

Julia Kornberg
The Basement Tapes

At the end of his life, Reinaldo Arenas dictated his posthumously published memoir into a recorder. The newly unearthed tapes reveal a writer working beyond his mythology.

Suzanne Schneider
What the New Right Wants

In recent years, the Heritage Foundation has presented itself as a big tent for competing conservative factions—a project on full display in Project 2025.

Bring Me to the Window

a poem by
Susana Plotts-Pineda

and ask, when does it come to you? Is it a blue mountain or a blushing expanse? Are you most preoccupied with the details or the general shape? In most cases, I am unambiguous. I research from before and wait for movement or light to have a sense…

Free from the Archives

Today is the autumnal equinox—from now until March 20, 2025, the nights in the northern hemisphere will be longer than the days.

On October 23, 2016, the NYR Online published a seasonally appropriate selection drawn from The Daily Henry James: A Year of Quotes from the Work of the Master, a compilation—first appearing in 1911, with James’s cooperation—that arranged a series of quotes from his work, one for each day of the year.

Henry James
A Week in October

“It might be an ado about trifles—and half the poetry, roundabout, the poetry in solution in the air, was doubtless but the alertness of the touch of Autumn, the imprisoned painter, the Bohemian with a rusty jacket, who had already broken out with palette and brush; yet the way the color begins in those days to be dabbed, the way, here and there, for a start, a solitary maple on a woodside flames in single scarlet, recalls nothing so much as the daughter of a noble house dressed for a fancy-ball, with the whole family gathered round to admire her before she goes.”

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