Tag: Rebecca Solnit

This week, we’re sharing stories from Rebecca Solnit, Aaron Gordon, Jason Daley, Maria T. Allocco, and David Marchese.

This week, we’re sharing stories from Peter DeMarco, Tiffany Kary and Christopher Cannon, Rebecca Solnit, Will Bostwick, and Rosecrans Baldwin.

Rebecca Solnit argues that the American Confederacy lives on, with Donald Trump at the helm.

Nicole Chung reflects on the burden of engaging with racism and educating white people, including some in her own family.

In Harper’s, Solnit considers who has access to what spaces, and with what limitations?

This week, we’re sharing stories from Rebecca Solnit, Robert F. Worth, Margaret Talbot, Porochista Khakpour, and Frank Bures.

“This is why I always pair privilege with obliviousness; obliviousness is privilege’s form of deprivation.”

Rebecca Solnit is expert at crystalizing common experiences in such a way that lays bare deeply ingrained patriarchal influences

The difference between hope and optimism, and the dangers of activism without a plan.

“It isn’t a fact universally acknowledged that a person who mistakes his opinions for facts may also mistake himself for God.”

Rebecca Solnit | Orion | Summer 2014 | 20 minutes (4,780 words) OrionOur latest Longreads Exclusive comes from Rebecca Solnit and Orion magazine—subscribe to the magazine or donate for more great stories like this. Get a free trial issue Download .mobi (Kindle) Download .epub (iBooks) [ 1. ] The word “journey” used to mean a […]

Apolitical is a political position, yes, and a dreary one. The choice by a lot of young writers to hide out among dinky, dainty, and even trivial topics—I see it as, at its best, an attempt by young white guys to be anti-hegemonic, unimposing. It relinquishes power—but it also relinquishes the possibility of being engaged […]

Rebecca Solnit, writing in The New Yorker, offers a celebration of the imagination’s best ally: the ability to say “I don’t know.” Solnit looks at subtlety and subjectivity in her own writing, and in that of a hero of the art, Virginia Woolf: During my years as an art critic I used to joke that museums love artists the way that taxidermists love deer, and something […]