Sarah Manguso
August 2010


Sarah MangusoSarah Manguso (b. 1974) is the author, most recently, of the memoir The Two Kinds of Decay (2008), named an Editors’ Choice by the New York Times Sunday Book Review and a Best Book of the Year by the San Francisco Chronicle and Time Out Chicago. Rights have been sold in five countries, and the book is in development for film.

Manguso is also the author of the story collection Hard to Admit and Harder to Escape (2007), included with story collections by Dave Eggers and Deb Olin Unferth in McSweeney’s One Hundred and Forty-Five Stories in a Small Box.

Her poetry collections are Siste Viator (2006) and The Captain Lands in Paradise (2002), which was named a Favorite Book of the Year by the Village Voice. A translated edition of her poems was published in Germany in 2009.

Her poetry has appeared in the London Review of Books, the New Republic, the Paris Review, the Pushcart Prize annual, and three volumes of the Best American Poetry series; her prose has appeared in Conjunctions, McSweeney’s, and the New York Times Magazine; her criticism is forthcoming in the Believer, Bookforum, and the New York Review of Books. Honors for her writing include a Hodder Fellowship and the Rome Prize.

She has served on the faculty of the graduate writing programs at Columbia and the New School, and she taught in the undergraduate writing program at the Pratt Institute for four years. At present she serves on the faculty of the low-residency graduate writing program at Fairfield University.

Born and raised near Boston, she was educated at Harvard and the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. A citizen of the United States and Ireland, she lives in Los Angeles.


Statement of Poetics

Some people ask me why I stopped writing poetry and started writing prose, as if only one may be practiced at once. Some people who have read my poems get indignant when I call my prose prose, as if prose is a pejorative term.

What I am interested in is something outside genre: clear and sustained perception and communication, which requires extreme empathy, and in the end is a kind of love.

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