Once upon a time, a psychiatrist named Fredric Wertham went on a tear over Wonder Woman.
If Herbert Marcuse and Senator Joseph McCarthy had gone to a movie together in the late 1950s--and that could only happen in a movie--they would have walked out, probably not together, and demand
"I am very happy to see so many flowers here and that is why I want to remind you that flowers, by themselves, have no power whatsoever, other than the power of men and women who protect them and
Nearly twenty years ago, in a village in the western Indian state of Rajasthan, a young woman called Roop Kanwar was burned to death at her husband's funeral pyre.
In 1965, nearly forty years before the publication of Where I Was From, her most recent and most sustained meditation on her native state of California, the novelist and essayist Joan Didi
Humanism, like democracy, is a word that labors under an excess of
meaning. It can mean acknowledging the value of human beings, or denying
the existence of God.
The last decade or two have witnessed an insidious
shift in American culture, one that goes to the heart of the way we
talk about our society.
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.
The best memoirs of recent years reveal "The Way We Live Now" as well as
or better than most contemporary fiction.
In her new book, Regarding the Pain of Others, Susan Sontag's
focus is upon theaters of war and the way in which photographers have
interpreted their role in the production of images of