Pico Iyer, Aflame, 2025 (Non-Fiction: In a series of meditative vignettes drawn from decades of retreats to a Benedictine hermitage above the Pacific, Iyer reflects on silence as a lens for seeing more clearly what it means to live, to attend to others, and to accept mortality with a kind of lucid tenderness. The book is a string of luminous reliquaries, inviting the reader to linger, slow the pulse, and consider how much of modern life is a distraction from the few things that actually matter.)

David Baker, “Breath,” The New Yorker, March 9, 2026
Matthew Shenodoa, “The Tomb Attendant Contemplates His Own Death,” The New Yorker, March 2, 2026 (“……There are and have been sorrows greater than mine, and joys, I imagine, too. Though who knows the inner heart beyond the song that the mouth sings? In the small call of the bird my peace is made like a braided mat, still like a palm filled with sand, to be left in the quiet, in the cool stone days.”)

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