Apr 15, 2020
On the Dangers of Autobiographical Writing
Writing like I didn’t think anyone would ever see my words made me bold and reckless, taking risks I might have avoided if I knew my book would be published.
Writing like I didn’t think anyone would ever see my words made me bold and reckless, taking risks I might have avoided if I knew my book would be published.
Latinidad, to me, was like a shrunken sweater. I never wanted to get rid of it, but I couldn’t imagine how it would possibly fit.
Will my face betray me when it’s time to talk about my book in public?
I wasn’t looking for pretty stories. I wanted messy, ugly, honest secrets.
My vision of a writer has always been someone quiet, someone introverted, and—especially—someone white.
Acoustic-rich spaces feel enlivening and the echoes they produce sound like life.
Debut author Naima Coster on working with Morgan Parker, the whiteness of publishing, and literary self-determination.
“I want you to believe every single word I say, but don’t be fooled—I’m using lies to convince you.”
“Would someone take away my firstborn—my first book—after I had seemingly spun straw into gold to produce it?”
What is the best approach for creating a cover that attracts readers?
