Got a post up today at Bustle as Elena Ferrante’s last Neapolitan novel launches. Not the same achievement, of course, but I’ve been thinking about what some people have called High Interiority in literature right now. Without a doubt, Ferrante is top of that list. I’m putting together a workshop on the world inside and engaging with ourselves and the people, places, and things around us through writing. I’ll run it later this year or early next. Meantime, enjoy the feminist tidbits over at Bustle.