Collisions, 18 March 2019 -- The first time, 20 January 2018 -- Fears, 27 January 2018 -- Keeping a diary, 3 February 2018 -- The end, 10 February 2018 -- The false and the true, 17 February 2018 -- Linguistic nationality, 24 February 2018 -- Laughter, 3 March 2018 -- Pregnant, 10 March 2018 -- Odious women, 17 March 2018 -- Daughters, 24 March 2018 -- The exclamation point, 31 March 2018 -- The only true name, 7 April 2018 -- The male story of sex, 14 April 2018 -- Trembling, 21 April 2018 -- Women friends and acquaintances, 28 April 2018 -- Digging, 5 May 2018 -- Writing that urges, 12 May 2018 -- Addictions, 19 May 2018 -- Insomnia, 26 May 2018 -- The pleasure of learning, 2 June 2018 -- Discontent, 9 June 2018 -- Winners and losers, 16 June 2018 -- Bad feelings, 22 June 2018 -- Ellipses, 30 June 2018 -- Works of art, 7 July 2018 -- The deluge of news, 14 July 2018 -- Literary novelty, 21 July 2018 -- Lies, 28 July 2018 -- Confessing, 4 August 2018 -- Clean breaks, 18 August 2018 -- Mothers, 25 August 2018 -- At the movies, 1 September 2018 -- Happy childhoods, 8 September 2018 -- Interviews, 15 September 2018 -- Love forever, 22 September 2018 -- No reason, 29 September 2018 -- Creative freedom, 6 October 2018 -- Plants, 13 October 2018 -- Leave-taking, 20 October 2018 -- Women who write, 27 October 2018 -- Stereotyped, 3 November 2018 -- The book and the film, 10 November 2018 -- Dying young, 17 November 2018 -- Jealousy, 24 November 2018 -- Not enough, 1 December 2018 -- The female version, 8 December 2018 -- Poetry and prose, 15 December 2018 -- This is me, 22 December 2018 -- Black skies, 29 December 2018 -- Stories that instruct, 5 January 2019 -- The last time, 12 January 2019.

With these words, Elena Ferrante bid farewell to her year-long collaboration with the Guardian newspaper. For a full year, she wrote an article each week, the subjects of which had been suggested by Guardian editors, making the writing process a form of prolonged interlocution.