A profile of late author and activist Grace Paley, and her perseverance in fighting uphill political battles, on the page and in real life.
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Posted inCurrent Events, Nonfiction, Quotes
There Are Reasons We Can’t Handle the Truth
Julie Beck digs deep into news silos, alternative facts, and cognitive dissonance.
Posted inArts & Culture, Books, Nonfiction, Story
Three Decades of Cross-Cultural Utopianism in British Music Writing
The history of England’s fertile music press reveals as much about the opinionated English youth who created it as it does the music they covered in the second half of the 20th century.
Posted inNonfiction, Quotes
Where to Hide Dead Bodies and Thieves: the Laundry Chute
Dead bodies, thieves, skulls, and historical bits of ephemera that fly out of pockets on the passage down are just some of the hidden secrets that laundry chutes reveal.
Posted inBooks, Nonfiction, Story
When Zora and Langston Took a Road Trip
In 1927, Zora Neale Hurston gave Langston Hughes a lift to Tuskegee in her Nash coupe, nicknamed “Sassy Susie.” It was one of most fortuitous hangouts in literary history.
Posted inArts & Culture, Books, Nonfiction, Story
Convenience Store Woman
If the convenience store and Japanese society are so similar, why can Keiko Furukura function in one and not the other?
Posted inEditor's Pick, Essays & Criticism, Nonfiction
You’re Just Too Good to Be True
My on-again, off-again love affair with Engelbert Humperdinck.
Posted inEssays & Criticism, Feature, Nonfiction, Story
You’re Just Too Good to Be True
My on-again, off-again love affair with Engelbert Humperdinck.
Posted inStory
The Man Who’s Going to Save Your Neighborhood Grocery Store
American food supplies are increasingly channeled through a handful of big companies: Amazon, Walmart, FreshDirect, Blue Apron. What do we lose when local supermarkets go under? A lot — and Kevin Kelley wants to stop that.
Posted inBooks, Profiles & Interviews, Story
A Person Alone: Leaning Out with Ottessa Moshfegh
Leaning in doesn’t work in real life. When I was writing, I kind of hoped that it would. I think I hoped that the answers are always within me. And when I reached the end of the book, it was like: there are no answers.
