Students Mass Against ‘Hebdo’-Fueled Hate Speech, Disrupt Tuition Hikes and Rise for Jessie Hernandez Students Mass Against ‘Hebdo’-Fueled Hate Speech, Disrupt Tuition Hikes and Rise for Jessie Hernandez
From the quad to the highway, the youth groundswell continues.
Feb 11, 2015 / StudentNation / StudentNation
These Motel Rooms Are the Last Resort for Families Without Homes These Motel Rooms Are the Last Resort for Families Without Homes
A critical lack of affordable housing is turning overpriced motels into long-term shelter.
Feb 11, 2015 / Leighton Akio Woodhouse
Key Democrats Worry Obama Proposal Might Lead to Open-Ended War Key Democrats Worry Obama Proposal Might Lead to Open-Ended War
Loose language and one key omission might render Obama’s request meaningless, or even dangerous.
Feb 11, 2015 / George Zornick
February 11, 1916: Emma Goldman Is Arrested for Distributing Information About Birth Control February 11, 1916: Emma Goldman Is Arrested for Distributing Information About Birth Control
100 years ago, The Nation ran a profile of “Emma Goldman, prophetess of anarchy.”
Feb 11, 2015 / Richard Kreitner and The Almanac
Always Already Alienated Always Already Alienated
Ben Lerner and the novel of detachment.
Feb 11, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Jon Baskin
American Shooter American Shooter
Clint Eastwood’s shoot ’em up is remorseless, racist fantasy.
Feb 11, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Stuart Klawans
Forget Where I Heard It Forget Where I Heard It
With pigeon force the air men come clattering. It would be sad if it wasn’t so funny, one swore. Stay out of the nettles. Do not live above the shop. His men may find you there. Otherwise, as coma says, my beans, my peas, my coma get read into the riot act. That comes later. After three decades of futility, you have to ask: Who was this composer? Was he known for anything else? Is the mere survival of the notes justified, or do we all survive this way, more or less?
Feb 11, 2015 / Books & the Arts / John Ashbery
Snow Snow
How did we come to this cold place? It is not listed on the maps. The cold has disarranged your face. These memories are not ours, perhaps. But still we must pretend to know the reason for things as they are. We do not recognize the snow. Perhaps that makes us what we are.
Feb 11, 2015 / Books & the Arts / William Logan
Feral Gardens Feral Gardens
Danny Cooke’s Postcards from Pripyat, Chernobyl summons a lost history of familiar and alien dreams.
Feb 11, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Joshua Clover
Letters Letters
Those were the days; it's not mutual; the school-to-prayer pipeline; bad good guys; Julia M. Klein replies…
Feb 11, 2015 / Our Readers and Julia M. Klein