If, in William Penn’s words, America was “a good poor Man’s country” and remained the dream of a promised land for Europe’s impoverished up to the beginning of the twentieth century, it is no less true that this goodness depended to a considerable degree on black misery. —Hannah Arendt. On a steamy August day,…
Ploughshares is pleased to present Mario Alberto Zambrano with the ninth annual Alice Hoffman Prize for Fiction for his short story “Some of You,” which appeared in the Spring 2019 issue, guest-edited by Rigoberto González. The $2,500 prize, sponsored Alice Hoffman, acclaimed writer, former guest editor, longtime patron, and member of the Ploughshares advisory board,…
One evening early in the new year, my ten-year-old confided that she was worried about something. Between the demands of school and the dynamics of friends, let alone all the changes dawning around and within her, I wasn’t surprised to learn she might be nervous about something. But her fear caught me off guard. “I’m…
Edward Hirsch, Stranger by Night (Knopf, February 2020).
Tess Gallagher recommends My Name Is Not Viola by Lawrence Matsuda (Endicott and Hugh Books, 2019). “My Name Is Not Viola belongs to all of us who wish to experience the WWII Japanese American forced incarceration heartbeat through the eyes of Hanae Tamura. As one of the 120,000 victims jailed without due process, she was…
In nonfiction, our winner is Jung Hae Chae for her story “Pojangmacha People.” Of her essay, nonfiction judge Leslie Jamison said, “A searing lyric built of sweat and salt and sorrow, hot soup and deep shame—an ode to the elderly drunk men seeking solace in the “tiny domed cathedral” of every drinking hut along the…
Ploughshares is pleased to present Xuan Juliana Wang with the twenty-ninth annual John C. Zacharis First Book Award for her collection, Home Remedies (Hogarth, 2019). The $1,500 award, which is named after Emerson College’s former president, honors the best debut book by a Ploughshares writer, alternating annually between poetry and fiction. This year’s judge was…
In November 1962, Stevie Smith received a letter from “an addict…a desperate Smith-addict.” The importunate admirer inquired as to how she might get hold of Smith’s elusive first novel (having just completed her own) and hoped to arrange a meeting “over tea or coffee” in London, where she was planning to move in the new…
Shannon Airport was empty at 8:30 in the morning, just twenty of us stumbling off the red-eye from Toronto. A few dark-jacketed employees leaned on brooms to watch the fatigued arrivals. One pointed me to the bus for Limerick, where a small, gray-haired man waited. “I’m going to Shannon View Farm,” I said, “Will you…
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