Disquiet Faculty Erica Dawson has been touring for her new book, WHEN RAP SPOKE STRAIGHT TO GOD. She wrote a poem about it and here it is on PBS!

This year’s Quiet Residency is so thrilled to have Ocean Vuong as our writer in residence! Check out Ocean’s piece in The New Yorker we particularly loved.

Jenny Offill, author of DEPT. OF SPECULATION, and Disquiet Fiction Faculty, shares links to five things she’s thinking about and loving in Granta.

Geeky Explorer has some good travel tips for the “San Francisco of Europe” but we’ll have our own in our 2019 Program Guide!

2019 Faculty member Justin Torres, author of WE THE ANIMALS, discusses the line between autobiography and fiction in Granta.

One of our favorite stories from the last couple of years happens to be “Most Die Young” by 2019 Faculty Camille Bordas. Read it here in the New Yorker.

Check out Garth Greenwell’s new story in this week’s New Yorker. It’s part of the collection he read from in Lisbon last summer. And to bring you back to that stunner of a reading, you can click the audio link and listen to him read it to you! *Swoon*

Link here: https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2018/11/26/the-frog-king

Check out this year’s winning piece in the nonfiction category, The Wrack Line by Mary Birnbaum! Thank you to Ninth Letter for partnering with us for our annual contest!

Just in time for Disquiet, our grand prize winning piece is up at Granta! Can’t wait to see you all there! And in the meantime, read this beaut!

From Disquiet Fiction Faculty Maaza Mengiste’s piece, “This Is What the Journey Does“:

“Stories come back to me, told by a friend who crossed the Sahara to get to Europe by way of North Africa. He spoke of horrifying treatment at the hands of human traffickers and police in detention centers and makeshift prisons. He shared what he could and skipped the rest. In moments when several who made the journey were gathered, I would watch them point to their scars to help fill the lapses in their stories. Sometimes, there was no language capable of adding coherence to what felt impossible to comprehend. Sometimes, it was only the body that bore the evidence, pockmarks and gashes forming their own vocabulary. Staring at the busy intersection, I don’t want to consider what this young man might have gone through to arrive in Italy, to be in the street on this day. That he is alive is a testament to his endurance. What he has been subjected to, what might have caused that scar, what was too much for his mind to accept—these thoughts lead the way to far darker realities than I can possibly know. I look back at the first note I took upon seeing him: ‘You did not leave home like this. This is what the journey does.'”