The Yale Review

Our Spring 2026 issue is here! New work from Jhumpa Lahiri, Vincenzo Latronico, Jorie Graham, Aria Aber, Emma Copley Eisenberg, and more. Read it now: yalereview.org/issues/spring-…

“He was asking with seriousness, with a serious face and a serious heart, and I saw then that this was the reason Rob was having sex with him and not me.” From Emma Copley Eisenberg‘a story “Lanternfly.” yalereview.org/article/emma-c…

“Are we right to hope that theorizing and debating will help us to act well? What if all this thinking distracts us from acting at all?” Clare Carlisle on Solvej Balle’s philosophy of time. yalereview.org/article/clare-…

“the offshore world, the painted gull who wheels and cries I am what hurts me —” A poem by Timmy Straw yalereview.org/article/timmy-…

“I suppose one could say that all of us were students, seeking something: a third place, an outlet for creativity or hedonism, an ersatz family,” writes Aria Aber on nightlife. yalereview.org/article/aria-a…

"I bought sushi from a Mexican guy who always wore an ascot. His name was Eduardo, and I was in love with him." —Jen Frantz, "Sushi in a Landlocked State" yalereview.org/article/frantz…

“Might we link the project of translation — the longing to recreate a text from a dead language — to the condition of melancholy?” Jhumpa Lahiri on Hardy and translation. yalereview.org/article/jhumpa…

James Schuyler’s poems don’t propel you outward. They slow you down. Mae Losasso on the poet for our distracted moment. yalereview.org/article/james-…

“Unlike life, the novel does not just break off midstride; it ends, which means that things come to a close — not all things, but enough of them.” yalereview.org/article/michel…

“Of the twenty or so dogs I grew up with, she was one of two my parents euthanized. Two others were hit by cars. All the rest were shot.” Dale Peck on a childhood with dogs. yalereview.org/article/dale-p…

"Couldn’t we share Eduardo? Live together in a big silo with a pot of flowers and a big TV? Think of the languages, all the ways we’d describe a bellyache." —Jen Frantz, "Sushi in a Landlocked State" yalereview.org/article/frantz…

“Doctors call my kind of insomnia terminal, an ominous adjective I like, though it simply means that the end of my sleep is most affected,” writes Vincenzo Latronico on sleeplessness. yalereview.org/article/vincen…

“Cavafy preserved a great deal of paper: not only journals and drafts but also train tickets, menus, and all sorts of lists, including lists of lists.” yalereview.org/article/langdo…

Wow, @yalereview's poem of the week by Jen Frantz is great today too. I mean, really, these poetry emails are such a gift. Do you all subscribe? Read the note after Frantz's poem; it's a delight too! "There are fish everywhere." Yes, indeed. mailchi.mp/yale/jen-frant…

“To inhabit an altered, fractured, and mystical space on a sentence level requires a kind of playfulness, and a willingness to acknowledge the unsayable,” says Aria Aber. We talked to her about drugs, dreams, and the club. backmatter.yalereview.org/p/behind-the-e…

"I bought sushi from a Mexican guy who always wore an ascot. His name was Eduardo, and I was in love with him." From "Sushi in a Landlocked State" by Jen Frantz, TYR's Poem of the Week yalereview.org/article/frantz…

What happens when one day repeats — again and again and again? Clare Carlisle on Solvej Balle’s extraordinary septology. yalereview.org/article/clare-…

“Reading Schuyler is like looking at life under a magnifying glass. It is not only the radiant color and tender outline of a rose’s petal that you see but also the thorns on the stem, the dirt in the earth.” yalereview.org/article/james-…

“Sometimes I am so intoxicated by the beauty and the intelligence of a novel that I must set it aside. The charge it delivers is so inordinate that I need to measure out the doses I permit myself,” writes Michel Chaouli. yalereview.org/article/michel…

“Picking their way through the dark forest, the soldiers might have felt that they were seeing the aftermath of the battle they were about to fight,” writes Rachel Eisendrath on a Civil War photograph. yalereview.org/article/rachel…

"All you had to do was be alive and you knew how large the end was, how empty of mercy, you wouldn’t even bother to turn around to see how close the storm…" —Jorie Graham, "Inflammation" yalereview.org/article/jorie-…