This week, we’re sharing stories from Ronan Farrow, Megan Twohey and Jodi Kantor, Vivian Ho, Christopher Goffard, Kaitlyn Greenidge, and Alex Pappademas.
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Posted inBooks, History, Nonfiction, Story
The Anarchists Who Took the Commuter Train
The Stelton colony, initially associated with the likes of Emma Goldman and Eugene O’Neill, was a radical suburb whose anarchist residents took the commuter train to New York.
Posted inArts & Culture, Profiles & Interviews
Living to Create: Talking Music and Writing With Drummer Emily Rose Epstein
Musician Emily Rose Epstein talks about her dual life as a rock drummer and writer.
Posted inEditor's Pick, Essays & Criticism, Nonfiction, Unapologetic Women
A Woman Becomes a Nightingale
Carolita Johnson reviews the ugly history of rape being weaponized — and politicized — as a means of silencing women.
Posted inEssays & Criticism, Nonfiction, Story, Unapologetic Women
A Woman Becomes a Nightingale
Carolita Johnson reviews the ugly history of rape being weaponized — and politicized — as a means of silencing women.
Posted inArts & Culture, Story
My So-Called Media: How the Publishing Industry Sells Out Young Women
Rookie is the latest publication for young women to shut down. How do you survive a system set up for you to fail?
Posted inNonfiction, Top 5
The Top 5 Longreads of the Week
This week, we’re sharing stories from Jane Mayer, David Zax, Christopher Glazek, Farah Stockman, and Alex Mar.
Posted inEditor's Pick
Can Kevin Young Make Poetry Matter Again?
For Esquire, Robert P. Baird talks to Kevin Young, director of the Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture and the recently appointed poetry editor at the New Yorker about the future of poetry.
Posted inArts & Culture, Books, Nonfiction, Story
The Paths of Rhythm
A Tribe Called Quest’s pioneering music is one of many filaments that connects Americans of color with each other now and back through time.
Posted inBooks, Essays & Criticism, Story, Writing
The Writer Alone
A woman out of her mind, locked in an apartment. This, I believed, was the optimal, and probably only, condition under which art could be made.
