By the time I arrived at Harvard, the school was secular, yet haunted by faith. I’d been a practicing Christian for years, but had never been baptized.
Slow-paced and built on wildly imaginative premises, Karen Russell’s short stories teach us to approach life’s vicissitudes with curiosity, compassion, and delight.
There was always anger at assault allegations: touching, drugging, choking; at pay gaps, at locker-room talk. But the anger I’m feeling has changed—for the worse
