New Fiction by Rebecca Curtis—Shirley Hazzard and the Art of Intimacy—Lorrie Moore’s “The Juniper Tree” Plus: the undying voice of Diane di Prima. View in browser | Update your preferences //media.newyorker.com/photos/5cf693c391fa13a4ddb2b291/master/w_560%2Cc_limit/2019-header-fiction@3x.png 1x, https://media.newyorker.com/photos/5cf693c391fa13a4ddb2b291/master/w_1120%2Cc_limit/2019-header-fiction@3x.png 2x, https://media.newyorker.com/photos/5cf693c391fa13a4ddb2b291/master/w_1680%2Cc_limit/2019-header-fiction@3x.png 3x» class=»responsive» alt=»Image may contain: Tool, and Brush» style=»-ms-interpolation-mode: bicubic; display: block; border: 0; outline: none; text-decoration: none; width: 100%; height: auto;»> Fiction “Hansa and Gretyl and Piece of Shit” “You’ll pay a price, the cat says. But listen: leave a trail. If you don’t, you won’t get home again.” By Rebecca Curtis This Week in Fiction Rebecca Curtis on Fantasy and Reality The author discusses “Hansa and Gretyl and Piece of Shit,” her story from this week’s issue of the magazine. By Willing Davidson Fiction “The Juniper Tree” If you liked “Hansa and Gretyl and Piece of Shit,” we think you will enjoy this story, from 2005. By Lorrie Moore Newsletters Sign Up for The New Yorker’s Food Newsletter Get essays on food, restaurant reviews, and notes for the kitchen, all delivered to your in-box. Essays & Criticism Books Shirley Hazzard and the Art of Outsized Intimacy In her fiction, Hazzard bridged extremes of scale, imbuing minor love stories with epic meaning. By Alice Gregory More from The New Yorker Letter from the U.K. The Curse of the Buried Treasure Two metal-detector enthusiasts discovered a Viking hoard. It was worth a fortune—but it became a nightmare. By Rebecca Mead Postscript The Undying Voice of Diane di Prima So much of the woman I am today is because of the woman Diane once was. By Amber Tamblyn ¡Compártelo! Facebook Twitter LinkedIn
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