MELODY NIXON | In my first months in New York City I rode in the back of taxicabs through Central Park thinking, “When will this sink in? When will it feel like I know where I am.”
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August Reads: On Naming
MELODY NIXON | When I was 19 my full-time job was bartending a pub called Filthy McNasty’s. McNasty’s sat on Rose Street in Edinburgh, Scotland, one of the roughest streets in the city center at the time.
Human Paradox: an Interview with Stephen O’Connor
I love that space between one fragment of a text and another, where my mind is racing to figure out what is happening or what I should understand or feel. That is an incredibly rich moment, in which I am hyper-alert and flooded with possibilities.
Real Life Analogs: An Interview with James Hannaham
It’s like one group of people has decided, in their own minds, that another group of people has all these terrible qualities. It’s almost like it parallels the idea of a witch hunt. Somebody who is for all intents and purposes is stigmatized by an entire community, with completely imaginary charges. That’s how racism seems to work.
Friday Reads: January 2015
As we begin 2015, our recommenders are heading into the wilderness.
On Naming
MELODY NIXON
When I was 19 my full-time job was bartending a pub called Filthy McNasty’s. McNasty’s sat on Rose Street in Edinburgh, Scotland, known as one of the roughest streets in the city center at the time. Fights punctuated each hour of the night and later.
I Believe in New Yorkers
MELODY NIXON | In my first months in New York City I rode in the back of taxicabs through Central Park thinking, “When will this sink in? When will it feel like I know where I am.”
Searching the In-Between: Flight MH370 and the Emotional Landscape of the Missing
MELODY NIXON
Your identity becomes one of potentials, of possible outcomes. This uncertainty is shapeless. It is also something you can, paradoxically, cling to, because it holds the chance of eventual certainty. The questions engulfed my family thickly, like jellyfish in a warm current. Suddenly, previously impossible things were possible.
Bed-Stuy – Buy or Die?
MELODY NIXON | Walking down Van Buren Street I passed a high, metal wall topped with barbed wire. The wall hid several dogs with big barks and cast a film noir-like glow over the entire block.
Where I Don’t Write
MELODY NIXON | I’m a migrant and a wanderer, and I’m never really sure where my home is located – in the environment, or inside me?
