• Online Feature
    The Sewanee Review

    Our online feature for Spring 2021 is this issue’s special section: Notes on the Interregnum, which offers the perspectives of four writers on race, the pandemic, and elections; the aftermath of the Trump campaign; how QAnon has altered the contemporary political landscape; and the “new normal” of a pandemic election year from from Sidik Fofana, Lorrie Moore, Elliot Ackerman, and Monica Black.

    Podcast

    A new episode of the Sewanee Review Podcast featuring Ross Gay is now available.

    The Conglomerate
    Brandon Haffner

    Cosmos helped me find the joy of not-knowing, the bittersweet delight of bewilderment.

    Nonfiction
    Rachel Cusk

    I never saw any of the things I had lost again, which cemented the meaning of the new things, fake though it was, and perhaps created the necessity for remembering them by heart; and thereafter, I suppose, I was like someone living with a forgery and choosing or wishing to believe it to be the original.

    Poetry
    Michael Prior


        I have spent hours checking the sun-
    stunted shiso for iridescent beetles,
        bodies tufted with fine hairs
    like the down on a dandelion seed,
        spent years wondering what it meant
    to be her or her parents, uprooted,

    Poetry
    Katy Didden

    Now the reader
    can step inside the story the way we step

    without our bodies into memory

    Craft Lecture
    Paisley Rekdal

    Culturally, the literature of war began to shape itself specifically around the male experience, meaning that women’s narratives off and on the battlefield were quietly suppressed. Finally, while men turned to poetry in droves, women more often turned to personal essays, diaries, and memoirs, their own poems reinforcing their status as sympathetic bystanders, participants only insofar as they aided or observed male agency.

    Fiction
    Brandon Taylor

    He felt then that Grigori could have done him any kind of harm without the slightest bit of remorse. Grigori, his own brother, could have kept hitting his head against the wall until there was nothing left on his little shoulders but a meaty pulp. He was seven or eight then, and they were older and stronger. Back then, strength seemed to be the only justification anyone needed to do anything.

    Nonfiction
    Elliot Ackerman

    If 1863 was a year in which perverseness and disobedience characterized American life, one could certainly say the same of 2020. At my Thanksgiving table, I’ll be offering gratitude that this year is quickly coming to an end and that another, hopeful year is beginning, with promises of a vaccine to heal us and a new administration in Washington that promises to do the same.

    Poetry
    Shane McCrae

    When I was seventeen I couldn’t love

    My father like his child

    Whom I had been when I was three  I am a blank where I should be

    Review
    Merritt Moseley

    Looking back over those twenty-seven years, with their twenty-nine winners (the prize was shared again in 2019) and 161 shortlisted books, I’m impressed anew with the high quality of most of the books that won, and many of those that did not.

    Nonfiction
    John Psaropoulos

    When Themistokles first considered going into politics, he went on a walk along the strand, or Phaleron, with his father, Neokles, to discuss his ambitions. Neokles pointed to some rotting ships and said, “You see those ships? That’s how Athenians treat their politicians when they have no further use for them.”

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