Emily Flake reflects on the shifting nature of magic and power in middle age.
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All Mom’s Friends
Svetlana Kitto recalls her 1980s childhood in Hollywood during the early years of the AIDS crisis.
Posted inNonfiction
Removing Beethoven’s Wig: A Classical Music Reading List
Classical music is more than dead Europeans in wigs, starched collars, and stuffy concert halls.
What classical music is, where it’s going, and what it still can be.
Posted inArts & Culture, Nonfiction, Reading List
A Genre of Myths: A Jazz Reading List
Created in New Orleans and played around the world, the music we call jazz is filled with genius, legend, and tragedy.
Posted inEditor's Pick
They Shared Drugs. Someone Died. Does That Make Them Killers?
Rosa Goldensohn’s year-long investigation published by the New York Times is a thorough look at a new phenomenon among prosecutors all over the country: charging the friends, family and fellow users of people who overdose on drugs with murder.
Posted inEssays & Criticism, Feature, Highlight, Story
In Absentia
A meditation on the nature of grief, at a time when the whole world seems to be grieving.
Posted inArts & Culture, Books, Culture, Essays & Criticism, Feature, profile, Story, Writing
Beautiful Women, Ugly Scenes: On Novelist Nettie Jones and the Madness of ‘Fish Tales’
Edited by Toni Morrison, the 1983 novel ‘Fish Tales’ by Nettie Jones was supposed to set the literary world on fire. It didn’t.
Posted inEssays & Criticism, Nonfiction, Story
A Visit to Opioid Country
Aaron Thier contemplates the connections between privilege, addiction, and recovery.
Posted inEssays & Criticism, Feature, Nonfiction, Story
This Is How You Lose Your Mind
Dani Fleischer recalls how a lifetime of perfectionism led her down a path of self-destruction.
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.
