Photos of an elderly French stranger has one Canadian writer examining the threads that connect people across continents and generations.
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I’ve Found Her
Photos of an elderly French stranger has one Canadian writer examining the threads that connect people across continents and generations.
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On Cheryl Strayed’s ‘Wild’ and the Redemption Narrative
Like Dante, then, Strayed is on a spiritual journey, beginning in damnation, bound for deliverance. That makes Wild a redemption narrative — and that, in turn, helps explain its popularity, because redemption narratives are some of the oldest, most compelling, and most ubiquitous stories we have. We enshrine nature writing in the canon — you […]
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My Dinner With Rasputin
Writing in 1924, Teffi, a Russian writer in exile known for her wit, recalls a series of humorous (but increasingly ominous) encounters with the trusted friend of the last Tsar of Russia.
Posted inBooks, Nonfiction
A Loaded Gun: The Real Emily Dickinson
She was less like a recluse, more like a bomb going off.
Posted inBooks, Nonfiction, Story
My Dinner With Rasputin
Writing in 1924, Teffi, a Russian writer in exile known for her wit, recalls a series of humorous (but increasingly ominous) encounters with the trusted friend of the last Tsar of Russia.
Posted inBooks, Nonfiction, Story
A Loaded Gun: The Real Emily Dickinson
She was less like a recluse, more like a bomb going off.
Posted inNonfiction
How the Emperor Became Human (and MacArthur Became Divine)
The end of divine rule in postwar Japan, and the absolute power of General MacArthur.
Posted inNonfiction, Story
How the Emperor Became Human (and MacArthur Became Divine)
The end of divine rule in postwar Japan, and the absolute power of General MacArthur.
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A depressed writer sends a letter to a popular advice columnist: I couldn’t seem to go above the Twelfth Street location of my class, not to Central Park or the Metropolitan Museum of Art or the New York Public Library. I had no interest in going below Twelfth Street, either. I definitely couldn’t go to […]
