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“I believe we live in the midst of A Great Mystery.” He says this the way someone might about an obvious secret, a paradox in plain sight. I am writing a story about this man — a dreamer who looks at the stars and wonders. You’d think, with the 300 published interviews and his mighty collection of short stories, novels, screenplays, essays and illustrations, that there is little left of Charles Johnson to explore.

Just Jia

Jia Tolentino blows into a Fort Greene wine bar the night before Nor’easter Stella was expected to blast New York City with over 12 inches of snow. The storm was a bust but the conversation was not — Jia describes her dog as a “hybrid f------ vigor.” Friendly and a bit hyped, she settles into the stool in a cramped bar facing Myrtle Street. She has just wrapped an interview with an artist for a profile piece she is writing for The New Yorker.

Good night at the Lost Horse Saloon

The Texas border town sits 30.3095 degrees north and 104.0206 degrees west. It’s like most small Texas towns: country bars, a main street, an isolated stop light that dictates the proclivities of the lawman. Except this one is different Marfa is an artistic alternative for well-intentioned travelers and scene-stealing outsiders. It’s also home to freelance writer Rachel Monroe.

Lost and found in translation

She’ll never admit it, but Brooke Jarvis is like Indiana Jones — assuming Indy turns in his bullwhip for a ballpoint pen. Jarvis, a Seattle resident by way of Tennessee, has traveled to every corner of the world to tell stories of people and groups on the margins. In the last few years, her work has been published in the likes of GQ, Rolling Stone, Harper’s and Pacific Standard. These stories often shine a light on the earth’s mysteries ... .

Misfit

“I want to be in the middle of the newsroom,” he wrote. “I want to see everything, I want to hear everything, I want to remember everything. I want to absorb the laughter and the shouting and the tears. Because when I’m old and decrepit and they have to drag me out of the newsroom, I’ll at least know one thing: This is what I loved.”

Agents of change

The literary agent is the unsung hero. He envisions the big picture while simultaneously navigating publishers, deadlines, edits and the market. The agent is the middleman that perceives potential and helps the right writer connect with the right house at the right time. Still, many find themselves in a fog when it comes to understanding the role of the literary agent in the publishing world.

Wish you were here

My eyes were drawn to a reconstituted card catalogue crammed full of colorful postcards from all over the world – souvenirs of another place, another time. The musty smell of old papers hung in the air as I sorted through the postcards: brightly colored images of well-manicured topiaries, animals, beaches, caverns, cathedrals, restaurants and motels. My enchantment with postcards grew out of my yen for travel. I’m not a travel junkie (can’t afford the habit), not yet anyway. But I wouldn’t mind becoming one.

Clean on the other side

Boo's first book, 2012’s Behind the Beautiful Forevers: Life, Death and Hope in a Mumbai Undercity, won the National Book Award for nonfiction. The book also won nonfiction prizes from PEN, the Los Angeles Times Book Awards, the New York Public Library and the American Academy of Arts and Letters.

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