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There Is No Other Way To Say This
“Tell them on the outside,” Carolyn Forché’s Salvadoran mentor instructed her. Her memoir is her latest attempt. Its elliptical lyricism, like that of her poetry, runs circles around censorship.
Orwell’s Last Neighborhood
While envisioning the darkest of futures and grappling with mortality, the English writer retreated to an idyllic Scottish isle to write Nineteen Eighty-Four.
Peterson’s Complaint
There’s no use debating a feeling. It’s time to change how we engage with Jordan Peterson.
Radhika Jones, Meet Condescending and Nasty
I mean, Condé Nast. Meet Condé Nast.
The Daughter as Detective
A bibliophile tries to understand her father through his favorite Swedish mystery books.
A Reading List from the NBA’s Smartest Coach
Every off-season, Popovich puts together a substantial list of books he intends to read during his downtime.
Nora Ephron's Son Describes a Rare Glimpse of His Mother's Vulnerability
Last year, Jacob Bernstein wrote about his mother Nora Ephron’s last days for The New York Times Magazine. In the following excerpt, Bernstein writes about the moment he learned that his mother’s aggressive blood disorder had turned into leukemia and saw his mother in a rare state of vulnerability: When I arrived in her room, […]
Postscript: Christopher Hitchens, 1949-2011
We were friends for more than thirty years, which is a long time but, now that he is gone, seems not nearly long enough. I was rather nervous when I first met him, one night in London in 1977, along with his great friend Martin Amis. I had read his journalism and was already in […]
I Love You Christopher Hitchens, You Irritating Bastard
But Christopher Hitchens! Ach, Christopher Hitchens. How I have loved him, despite the ordeals he has put me through. He’ll go and be a fearful crank about atheism or “Islamofascism” for ages and I get all mad, and then he writes this freaking brilliant column about the Murdoch scandals and I’m crazy about him again. […]
