Even if one of the last surviving Tolstoyan communes has fallen short of Leo Tolstoy’s ideals, it’s still turned into something meaningful. It’s a place for people who don’t want to be found.
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Posted inEssays & Criticism, Feature, Nonfiction, Story
When Friendship Fades But the Images Linger
Eryn Loeb looks back on a summer spent taking pictures, and a friend she lost touch with.
Posted inBooks, Culture, Nonfiction, Profiles & Interviews, Story
‘Women Can Be Required To Wear Something That’s Painful.’
Summer Brennan talks about femininity and suffering, beauty and biology, and the startlingly dark turn she found herself taking when writing about women and power in her new book ‘High Heel.’
Posted inBooks, Culture, Nonfiction, Story
Walking Across California
To understand what the Golden State is compared to what it was, one solitary hiker follows the trail of the first overland Spanish expedition into California 250 years later.
Posted inEssays & Criticism, Feature, Nonfiction, Story
The End of Poker Night
Mindy Greenstein looks back on the gambling that was a big part of life with her Holocaust refugee parents.
Posted inArts & Culture, Story
Vladimir Nabokov’s Other Favorite Crime
While the Sally Horner case gave ‘Lolita’ its main character, the Edward Grammer case gave the book an almost perfect murder.
Posted inArts & Culture, Books, Nonfiction, Story
Heartland: A Memoir of Working Hard and Being Broke in the Richest Country on Earth
“There’s an idea that laborers end up in their role because it’s all they’re suited for. What put us there, though, was birth, family history — not lack of talent for something else.”
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When the Movies Went West
Scorned by stage actors and mocked by the theater-going upper classes, filmmakers nevertheless developed a bold new art form — but they needed better weather.
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Queens of Infamy: Joanna of Naples
If you thought four (mostly) crappy husbands, vengeful Hungarian cousins, and the Black Death could cramp this queen’s style, think again.
Posted inEssays & Criticism, Story
A Remarkable Child
My friend Sam went back to Brooklyn and his gang of peculiar white buddies watching their endless Stanley Kubrick film festival. I shall not see him again.
