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Clouds curdle round it, crack open, let it through.
Radiance shades by cloudshapes; fat fruit
of incandescence; sphere of peeled silver. I wonder
Psalm after psalm into a dead sea of silence: they invite
their own enormous, endangered day. Scalded, lord,
by sunlight and the lizards watching, licking dust,
The Lenore Marshall Poetry Prize of $25,000, awarded annually for the
most outstanding book of poems published in the United States by an
American, is administered mutually by the Academy of
After two elegantly written, consistently engaging, critically praised,
ambitious if not entirely satisfying novels, the prodigiously gifted
Colson Whitehead has given the reading public every
Nations, like individuals, sustain trauma, mourn and recover. And like
individuals they survive by making sense of what has befallen them, by
constructing a narrative of loss and redemption.
This essay--Edward W. Said's first piece for The Nation from the magazine's May 30, 1966, issue--is a special selection from The Nation Digital Archive. If you want to read everything The Nation has ever published by Said, click here for information on how to acquire individual access to the Archive--an electronic database of every Nation article since 1865.
Louis Begley is perhaps currently best known as the author of About
Schmidt, the novel from which the recent acclaimed film starring
Jack Nicholson was adapted.
When George Kennan set out for the Caucasus in 1870, few if any Americans had explored the highlands of Dagestan, Chechnya and the wild frontiers of imperial Russia. And with good reason.
Kingdom of Shadows, the sixth of Alan Furst's novels of historical espionage fiction, was hard for me to put down--and when I did, I couldn't wait to pick it up again.
In a broad square not far from the center of Jakarta, a large obelisk of
concrete soars into the sky.