Tag: New England Review

Essaying on the way white supremacy shapes life.

[Fiction] A story about an unemployed ethnomusicologist, gray whales, and Miranda July: ‘Garfield was my favorite president,’ said Brandon. ‘James A. Garfield?’ said Kara. ‘President from March to July of 1881?’ ‘From Ohio?’ she said. ‘That’s the one,’ said Brandon. He said: ‘I think he would have proven to be an effective leader if he’d […]

A father and son visit a collector of Nazi paraphernalia in the mountains of southwestern North Carolina: My father glanced over his shoulder at me and emitted a wheeze-burst of laughter—an exhalation intended to express disbelief. He had led me to an underground vault containing the artifacts of the last century’s most brutal regime, and […]