Karen Russell
Karen Russell
Karen Russellis an American novelist and short story writer. Her debut novel, Swamplandia!, was a finalist for the 2012 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction. She was also the recipient of a MacArthur Foundation "Genius Grant" in 2013...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth10 July 1981
CountryUnited States of America
space insightful stories
In short stories there's more permission to be elliptical. You can have image-logic, or it's almost like a poem in that you can come to a lot of meanings within a short space.
dream thinking bird
I do think there's something when you have an unbroken day, and it feels like you and your attention can just be together like birds again and you can actually think and dream a little.
mother flower grief
Any place, then, can become a cemetery. All it takes is your body. It's not fair, I think, and I get this petulant wish for ugly flowers and mourners, my mother's old familiar grief. Somebody I love to tend my future grave. Probably this is the wrong thing to be wishing for.
stories realizing mortals
You small mortals don't realize the power of your stories.
stuff horror sci-fi
I tended to be drawn to the weirder, darker stuff. Horror and sci-fi anthologies.
florida backyards madness
My backyard was replete with madness, it just grew indigenously in South Florida.
two would-be stories
If you're short on time, that would be the two-word version of our story: we fell.
writing self perfection
Self-disciplin e is necessary, but so is playfulness, flexibility, joy. When you stop demanding perfection of yourself, your writing desk will become a spacious place.
sister night age
"I'm not going anywhere," she told me that night. But until we are old ladies-a cypress age, a Sawtooth age-I will continue to link arms with her, in public, in private, in a panic of love.
real want encounters
I want a real encounter with something true and disconcerting about peoples' natures.
dream special kind
It is a special kind of homelessness to be evicted from your dreams.
lonely fall men
A single note, held in an amber suspension of time, like a charcoal drawing of Icarus falling. It was sad and fierce all at once, alive with a lonely purity. It went on and on, until my own lungs were burning. “What bird are you calling?” I asked finally, when I couldn’t stand it any longer. The Bird Man stopped whistling. He grinned, so that I could see all his pebbly teeth. “You.
tragedy caves bats
I didn’t realize that one tragedy can beget another, and another — bright-eyed disasters flooding out of a death hole like bats out of a cave.
mean attention fiction
For me, the term "literary fiction" means there's always attention paid to language, and linguistic experimentation, sophistication.