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George Saunders

George Saunders has published more than two dozen short stories in The New Yorker since his work first appeared in the magazine, in 1992. Much of his fiction takes place in a world parallel to the one we live in, a world in which people have ad copy implanted in their brains, say, or perform in a theme-park version of Hell that they can’t escape. Named by The New Yorker in 1999 as one of the best American writers under the age of forty, Saunders has published nine books, including the short-story collections “CivilWarLand in Bad Decline,” “Pastoralia,” “In Persuasion Nation,” “Tenth of December,” and “Liberation Day,” and the novel  “Lincoln in the Bardo,” a recipient of the 2017 Booker Prize. Funny, antic, and often heartbreaking, Saunders’s fiction has earned him fellowships from the MacArthur Foundation, the Lannan Foundation, and the American Academy of Arts and Letters.

Selected Stories

Ghoul

“ ‘I guess one never realizes how little one wants to be kicked to death until one hears a crowd doing that exact same thing to someone nearby,’ I say.”
Pants on a clothesline outdoors in the snow.

Tenth of December

“Wasn’t overcoming this feeling of fear what truly distinguished the brave?”
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Jon

“If I wish to compare my love to a love I have previous knowledge of, I do not want to stand there in the wind casting about for my metaphor!”
Blurry illustrations in a colorful 3x3 grid of people fighting each other.

Escape from Spiderhead

“I was sad that love could feel so real and the next minute be gone, and all because of something Abnesti was doing.”

All Fiction

Thursday

“What a strange, uncomfortable thrill it was, being judged from within by someone not oneself.”

The Mom of Bold Action

“This was, so far, the biggest thing that had ever happened to them as a family.”

Ghoul

“ ‘I guess one never realizes how little one wants to be kicked to death until one hears a crowd doing that exact same thing to someone nearby,’ I say.”

Love Letter

“What would you have done? I know what you will say: you would have fought. But how? How would you have fought?”

Elliott Spencer

“Never have I felt being me to be so worth it so far.”

Mother’s Day

“Well, if he wanted a fight, she knew how to fight. She liked it. She was good at it. She’d make him pay. The way she always had.”

The Semplica-Girl Diaries

“Note to future generations: Happiness possible. And happy so much better than opposite, i.e., sad.”

Tenth of December

“Wasn’t overcoming this feeling of fear what truly distinguished the brave?”

All Fiction

Thursday

“What a strange, uncomfortable thrill it was, being judged from within by someone not oneself.”

The Mom of Bold Action

“This was, so far, the biggest thing that had ever happened to them as a family.”

Ghoul

“ ‘I guess one never realizes how little one wants to be kicked to death until one hears a crowd doing that exact same thing to someone nearby,’ I say.”

Love Letter

“What would you have done? I know what you will say: you would have fought. But how? How would you have fought?”

Elliott Spencer

“Never have I felt being me to be so worth it so far.”

Mother’s Day

“Well, if he wanted a fight, she knew how to fight. She liked it. She was good at it. She’d make him pay. The way she always had.”

The Semplica-Girl Diaries

“Note to future generations: Happiness possible. And happy so much better than opposite, i.e., sad.”

Tenth of December

“Wasn’t overcoming this feeling of fear what truly distinguished the brave?”

About the Author

George Saunders Gets Inside Lincoln’s Head

“Lincoln in the Bardo,” the writer’s first novel, is a stunning depiction of the sixteenth President’s psyche.

My Writing Education

A time line.

About the Author

George Saunders Gets Inside Lincoln’s Head

“Lincoln in the Bardo,” the writer’s first novel, is a stunning depiction of the sixteenth President’s psyche.

My Writing Education

A time line.

More by the Author

A Letter to My Students as We Face the Pandemic

It’s good for the world for a writer to bear witness, and it’s good for the writer, too. Especially if she can bear witness with love and humor and, despite it all, some fondness for the world.

Liner Notes for Jeff Tweedy’s “WARM”

The role of the artist is to reach across space and time and console—to offer not a cure or a prescription but, rather, non-trivial consolation. Jeff Tweedy is our great, wry, American consolation poet.

Little St. Don

Grace Paley, the Saint of Seeing

The writer’s literary approach is to make a dazzling verbal surface that doesn’t so much linearly represent the world as remind us of its dazzle.

More by the Author

A Letter to My Students as We Face the Pandemic

It’s good for the world for a writer to bear witness, and it’s good for the writer, too. Especially if she can bear witness with love and humor and, despite it all, some fondness for the world.

Liner Notes for Jeff Tweedy’s “WARM”

The role of the artist is to reach across space and time and console—to offer not a cure or a prescription but, rather, non-trivial consolation. Jeff Tweedy is our great, wry, American consolation poet.

Little St. Don

Grace Paley, the Saint of Seeing

The writer’s literary approach is to make a dazzling verbal surface that doesn’t so much linearly represent the world as remind us of its dazzle.

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