The Paris Review

Susannah Hunnewell’s Joie de Vivre

The Paris Review is mourning the loss of our publisher Susannah Hunnewell, who died this past weekend at her home in New York at the age of fifty-two. Her contributions to the magazine were immeasurable. You can read our more formal obituary here, and the Art of Fiction interviews she conducted here. In this post, we are gathering the intimate remembrances of those who knew her well. The page will be updated as more come in. 

Susannah Hunnewell (photo: Stephen Hiltner)

You must go to this place. You need to meet this person. This is the most fucking awesome spot, go there! Ask for this.

Susannah Hunnewell would go on to detail what you would find at those places, her hands poised as if she were casting crisp spells. She was sending you into passageways, her voice getting smaller, you were going to enter the magical world she had found. You might meet a woman. She would send the address. And she did.

Other times you had

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