Christopher Brunt

About

Christopher Brunt’s work appears or is forthcoming in Ploughshares, Fugue, Poets.org, Meridian, the Cincinnati Review, and other magazines. His fiction has been selected as a Distinguished Story by Best American Short Stories and will soon be featured in the MTA Subway Library in New York City. His poetry has recently been named a finalist for the Marsh Hawk Poetry Prize. He is an Assistant Professor at Rhodes College in Memphis, where he teaches ancient and modern literature and creative writing. His MFA is from Syracuse University and he received a PhD in English from the University of Southern Mississippi.

Articles

AMONG THE LAESTRYGONIANS

An installment in our weekly series, The By and By. This Having-a-Baby is proving harder than I remembered. In part because it is harder the second time around. Because I am not wise, I had...

By Christopher Brunt

AMOR FATI: LET’S GET IT ON

An installment in our weekly series, The By and By. In my research following Leibniz and Spinoza as their paths cross and then diverge, I became interested more broadly in the failure of the...

By Christopher Brunt

MEMENTO MORI, MOTHERFUCKER: DO YOUR JOB

An installment in our weekly series, The By and By. To remember your death is to know a powerful clarifying truth: this ain’t no dress rehearsal. My favorite Stoic, Epictetus, suggests we teach...

By Christopher Brunt

NARCISSUS IN JAIL

An installment in our weekly series, The By and By. If you’ve never been a young person on a big campaign, it’s hard to convey how thrilling the atmosphere is—part cult, part war, with stolen...

By Christopher Brunt

SUMMER OF SONS

An installment in our weekly series, The By and By. Here is what I know: becoming a parent made me a better writer; being a better writer made me a better parent. Now, as the number of children...

By Christopher Brunt

VIEWS FROM THE BLACK SITE

An installment in our weekly series, The By and By. I thought they were zany, quippy, tender, uproariously profane. In the crosstalk and hubbub, in the backstories of these women I would learn...

By Christopher Brunt