The Sun Interview

The Moral Universe Barbara Kingsolver On Writing, Politics, And Human Nature

“This isn’t about ‘paper or plastic’ or some vision of self-congratulatory parsimony. . . . I don’t know how much carbon I’m offsetting with my choices. I just prefer to be a good animal rather than one that fouls its nest.”

Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

The Gull

“When my children were young, I used to go into the garden while they slept, just as the sun came up, and I’d dig in the dirt and think: I have brought you to this good place. I wasn’t talking to my children — although I had, indeed, brought them to a good place. I was talking to the child I’d once been.”

Anything For Love

In sickness and in health?

We Did

“Did we punch and hammer and jab each other as children, thrashing and rambling, a large family in a small house filled with brothers and one older sister with bony fists and no reluctance to use them? We did.”

A Murder Remembered

A dangerous scheme, an untimely death

Fiction

The Man At Table Five

“At work I was like a foreigner who’d learned the customs by reading about them in a guidebook. I couldn’t do anything without first telling myself to do it: how to talk, how to move, and what to do with my face and my hands.”

Poetry

On A Cliff With You

Readers Write

Being Alone

In a nursing home, on the street, at a crowded party