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By Ron Unz | April 18, 2012 The rise of China surely ranks among the most important world developments of the last 100 years. With America still trapped in its fifth year of economic hardship, and…

No one would accuse Jaroslav Flegr of being a conformist. A self-described “sloppy dresser,” the 63-year-old Czech scientist has the contemplative air of someone habitually lost in…

When I was twenty years old, I became a kind of apprentice to a man named Andrew Lytle, whom pretty much no one apart from his negligibly less ancient sister, Polly, had addressed except as Mister Lytle in at least a decade. She called him Brother. Or Brutha—I don’t suppose either of them had ever voiced a terminal r. His two grown daughters did call him Daddy. Certainly I never felt even the most obscure impulse to call him Andrew, or "old man," or any other familiarism, though he frequently gave me to know it would be all right if I were to call him mon vieux. He, for his part, called me boy, and beloved, and once, in a letter, "Breath of My Nostrils." (National Magazine Award winner 2011)

Meeting the men behind Ill Take My Stand By Thomas H. Landess | May 17, 2011 Ill Take My Stand, the classic statement of Southern Agrarianism, was first published in 1930. Since that time, it…

How evangelicals remade the Midwestern right By Sean Scallon Its a free country, said Tim Pawlenty, shrugging when asked about fellow Minnesotan Michele Bachmanns potential candidacy in the 2012…