“The idea seems to be that we all live in the great database in the sky, occasionally summoning aliens with our minds.” Emily Harnett explores Silicon Valley’s appropriation of UFO culture.
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Posted inEssays & Criticism, Feature, Nonfiction, Story
In Defense of Boris the Russki
Ayşegül Savaş calls into question a kind of racism in Donna Tartt’s The Goldfinch, and laments the liberal reluctance to rebuke discrimination outright, regardless of its targets.
Posted inUncategorized
This Month In Books: The Book Is an Escape Tool
Sometimes telling a story is the only way to escape it.
Posted inReading List, Unapologetic Women
Double, Double, Toil and Trouble: A Reading List About Witches
Witchcraft: it’s spirituality, it’s a philosophy, it’s a lot more than flowy black dresses and cursing your exes.
Posted inBooks, Fiction, Profiles & Interviews, Science Fiction, Story, Writing
‘Every Woman Writer Feels Like She’s Starting Over Without Any Guides’
Ann Leckie talks about “The Raven Tower,” the erasure of women writers from the canon, the privilege inherent to ‘the anxiety of influence,’ and the power of tradition.
Posted inNonfiction
Secret Museums
Struggling with the world’s, and his own, homophobia, one queer young man searches for intimacy in the world of internet porn.
Posted inEditor's Pick
Close Encounters of the Digital Kind
“The idea seems to be that we all live in the great database in the sky, occasionally summoning aliens with our minds.” Emily Harnett explores Silicon Valley’s appropriation of UFO culture.
Posted inHighlight, Quotes
Positivity Is Relative, Depending on Which Side of the Fighting You’re On
“I was not a fallen creature in a broken world reliant on grace, but a Marine in a successful army that had all the answers.”
Posted inBooks, Nonfiction, Story
Father of Disorder
One woman finds insight into her father’s rage in the scientific concept of entropy.
Posted inCommentary, Highlight, History, Nonfiction
The Post on Anti-Semitism I Never Thought I’d Write
Like many non-religious Jews of my generation, I naively assumed Nazism could never rise — and hurt us — again.
