Saturday, February 14, 2026

Amanda Seyfried on Masks, Lexapro, and Letting it all Go

 

Amanda Seyfried


Amanda Seyfriedon Masks,Lexapro, andLetting it all Go

I’m at Angelika East for the premiere of Mona Fastvold’s Discipline, a conceptual, dance-centric short commissioned by Miu Miu Women’s Tales. This is the 31st film in a series created to “celebrate femininity and vanity,” and I can’t think of a better subject to toast to. Speaking of toasts, there are trays of champagne, Miu Miu-branded popcorn bags, and a lot of delicious outfits. Our modern day Bessette is here (Sarah Pidgeon), as is Chloë Sevigny, Myha’la Herrold,  Hailey Gates, and just about every other New York It girl with a proximity to film and fashion. More importantly, the literal star of the show Amanda Seyfried has just slid up to the step and repeat, and I only have three minutes to interview her.

When Valentino Garavani Took Andy Warhol Shopping on Fifth Avenue


Valentino Garavani

Valentino with Marisa Berenson at the opening of his boutique in Paris.


When ValentinoGaravani TookAndy WarholShopping onFifth Avenue


For our December 1975 issue, Valentino Garavani spent the day with Andy Warhol and Bob Colacello to ring in the opening of his boutique on Fifth Avenue. Between playing dress-up and spontaneous encounters with legends like Liza Minelli, Shirley Goldfarb, and Marisa Berenson, it was a day of culture, opulence, and gossip on Billionaire’s Row. Following the announcement of Valentino’s passing this week at the age of 93, we took a dip into the Interview archives to bring this iconic conversation between two titans of art and fashion to light.

Young Jodie Foster Visits Andy Warhol at The Factory

 


JODIE FOSTER

Jodie Foster on the cover of June 1980 issue of Interview.


A Young JodieFoster VisitsAndy Warholat The Factory

After the twisted ending of Issa Lopez’s True Detective: Night Country, we decided to recirculate a conversation between Andy Warhol and the show’s star, Jodie Foster, who skillfully embodied the energy of a moody and complex female anti-hero, alongside her costar Kali Reis. Today, we revisit the June 1980 issue, in which a teenage Jodie Foster, just before her senior prom, joined Warhol at The Factory to discuss her burgeoning stardom and college acceptances, all while managing to dodge questions about her romantic life with humor and poise.

Thursday, February 12, 2026

Cemetery Strolls with Writers by Cees Nooteboom

 



Cemetery Strolls with Writers: Cees Nooteboom

Invalidenfriedhof
Berlin, Germany
December 16, 2009

“Writers in cemeteries around the world? That book already exists. Cees Nooteboom wrote it.” I remember turning very red on that day in early 2009 when my colleague at Deutschlandradio Kultur spoke those words. “He made it in collaboration with his wife, a photographer.” My heart throbbed in my throat. I went to the nearest computer to do a search and found Nooteboom’s book Tumbas: Graves of Poets and Thinkers. I eased myself into the office chair. Nooteboom had not written about any living authors in cemeteries.

The Foxes Come at Night by Cees Nooteboom - review

 



Review

The Foxes Come at Night by Cees Nooteboom - review

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A meditation on the end of things from one of our most remarkable writers

Alberto Manguel
Friday 22 July 2011


We have no patience with death these days. The idea of letting our every third thought be the grave seems inadmissible in a society that values above all a paradoxical mixture of speed and immortality. The stories we prefer must be told quickly, and allow for little pause and less reflection. Our preferred condition is foolishness.

Cees Nooteboom, Dutch novelist and travel writer, dies aged 92

 



Cees Nooteboom, Dutch novelist and travel writer, dies aged 92

Writer made international breakthrough with 1980 novel Rituals and won acclaim for his travel writing


Philip Oltermann 
Wed 11 Feb 2026 

The Dutch writer Cees Nooteboom, whose novels, travel writing and translations made him a prominent literary figure in postwar Europe, has died aged 92.

Wednesday, February 11, 2026

How Thomas Harris ‘Found’ His Iconic Serial Killer, Hannibal Lecter

  

HOW THOMAS HARRIS 'FOUND' HIS ICONIC SERIAL KILLER, HANNIBAL LECTER

Back home in the Delta, Harris would go to write in a shotgun shack in the middle of a cotton field.

On afternoon in September 1979, Linton Weeks was working at Volume One bookstore in Clarksdale, Mississippi, not far from Harris’s home-town of Rich, when a familiar-looking customer came through the door. The man wore glasses and a beard, and his head was covered in curls. It didn’t take long for Weeks to figure out his guest’s identity. For a while now, rumors had been circulating around the Delta that Tom Harris had come home.

Kevin Wilson / I Pretend to Have Read Books All the Time

 

Nothing to See Here by Kevin Wilson

What time of day do you write?
I rarely write. I’m mostly inside of my head when I’m figuring out stories, so I don’t sit down and write all that much. I like keeping it inside my head, away from the page, so it can sit in my brain and get weirder as I hold onto it.

On the Fever Dream Brilliance of Harry Crews

  

Harry Crews

On the Fever Dream Brilliance of Harry Crews

KEVIN WILSON CONSIDERS WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A SOUTHERN WRITER


Kevin Wilson
MARCH 21, 2022

I was initially drawn to Harry Crews because he had a mohawk and a tattoo of a skull, and I was twenty years old and had neither. I read Harry Crews because I wanted to figure out how, if you were a Southern writer, you didn’t simply cover the same terrain that writers like Faulkner and Welty and O’Connor and McCullers had already exhausted. I wanted to know how you leaned into what it meant to be Southern when you weren’t even sure what that meant, exactly. And I came away from Harry Crews knowing, on some level, that I wouldn’t ever write like him, could never open the wounds with the kind of ferocity that came only from knowing you’d survive it, because you’d survived much worse. And I remain a fan of Harry Crews because I still don’t know that I’ve read anyone quite like him.

Tuesday, February 10, 2026

Totally Booked / A Feast of Snakes

 




Totally Booked

A Feast of Snakes by Harry Crews

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“A Feast of Snakes” by Harry Crews is searing, hypnotic, disgusting, brutal, visceral, hilarious, and deeply tragic. It’s a book that grabs you like a pitbull and locks its jaw. 

Obituaries / Harry Crews

 

Henry Craws

Obituary

Harry Crews obituary

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American novelist whose southern gothic tales featured the requisite Bible-thumpers, snake-oil sellers and rednecks

Michael Carlson
Tue 10 Apr 2012 

The novelist Harry Crews, who has died aged 76, was part of a tradition of writers from the American south stretching back to Edgar Allan Poe and running through William Faulkner and Flannery O'Connor. It is sometimes described as gothic, and Crews's books featured the requisite Bible-thumpers, snake-oil sellers and seething rednecks.

Harry Crews / An American Tragicomedy

 

 


Harry Crews: An American Tragicomedy


By John L. Williams.

A Preamble

Harry Crews was the last great proponent of the Southern Gothic — possessor of a blazing talent, whether displayed in a dozen fine novels, some outstanding longform journalism or an indelible memoir, A Childhood. This last has just been paid the deserved tribute of reissue as a Penguin Classic. Crews’ star, a decade after his death, is once more in the ascendant. 

Harry Crews / “My Malformed Bones”

 

Harry Crews, 1979 © Mark Morrow. Courtesy the Mark Morrow Photograph Collection, 1977–2010, Irvin Department of Rare Books and Special Collections, University of South Carolina Libraries. An exhibition of Morrow’s photographs will be on view beginning in September at the Koger Center for the Arts at the University of South Carolina, in Columbia.  

“My Malformed Bones”

Harry Crews’s counterlives

One night in early 1941, when Harry Crews was five years old, his father nearly killed his mother with a twelve-gauge shotgun. Looking back almost four decades later, Crews didn’t find that fact particularly exceptional. This was Bacon County, Georgia, where in those days “it was not unusual for a man to shoot at his wife,” as he wrote in his memoir A Childhood: The Biography of a Place. “It was only unusual if he hit her.” Crews and his older brother heard the shot, which blew the mantelshelf off the fireplace, from their shared bed. The shot—and the silence that followed. They fled on foot, mother and sons, down the dirt road to an uncle’s house, and the next day boarded a Greyhound bus to Jacksonville, Florida. In A Childhood, Crews recalls the details of their escape: the hurriedly packed straw suitcase, his father’s fury and frantic pleading, the sight of him frozen in the doorway under a kerosene lamp. And then, in the darkness of the road, a bizarre vision: “I began to feel myself as a slick, bloodless picture looking up from a page, dressed so that all my flaws whatsoever but particularly my malformed bones were cleverly hidden.”