Last Column About Sarah Palin–Ever Last Column About Sarah Palin–Ever
We can't stop looking at our first female political train wreck.
Nov 24, 2009 / Column / Katha Pollitt
Light in the Middle of the Tunnel Light in the Middle of the Tunnel
The upcoming trial of Khalid Shaikh Mohammed is the best news for the print press since Monica Lewinsky.
Nov 24, 2009 / Column / Alexander Cockburn
Angels to Radios: On Rainer Maria Rilke Angels to Radios: On Rainer Maria Rilke
The poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke fuses lament and praise, and mingles amazement about sheer existence with mystery and terror.
Nov 24, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Ange Mlinko
A Time Beyond Dreams: South Africa After Mandela A Time Beyond Dreams: South Africa After Mandela
Nelson Mandela was a patriarch, Thabo Mbeki a princeling. Jacob Zuma, South Africa's new president, is purely a politician.
Nov 24, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Andrew Rice
The New Inquisition The New Inquisition
Alarmist tracts about immigration in Europe are debates about Muslims--not with them.
Nov 24, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Laila Lalami
Novelist From Another Planet: On Horacio Castellanos Moya Novelist From Another Planet: On Horacio Castellanos Moya
Horacio Castellanos Moya has turned anxiety into an art form and put El Salvador on the literary map.
Nov 24, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Natasha Wimmer
California Scheming California Scheming
In the latest push to privatize public education, regents at the University of California have raised tuition by 32 percent.
Nov 24, 2009 / Feature / Ben Ehrenreich
Wing Nut Ex Machina Wing Nut Ex Machina
The ace that the Democrats have in their deck.
Nov 24, 2009 / Column / Calvin Trillin
Puzzle No. 3195 Puzzle No. 3195
ACROSS
1 Backing up, crash into French bike--America, in short, is fantastic! (9)
Nov 24, 2009 / Frank W. Lewis
Full Harvest Full Harvest
And it seemed it was time for us to die somehow, right now, this afternoon, but the apples were abundant that year and ripened before autumn really showed what it was made of. Even the water shoots arced into branches. And now the sun is happily drinking water from the puddle at the gate and from the burdock -sized leaves of the lilac, but it's not warm enough for that, the day smacks of humidity. Again the magpie chatters in its own way, and old friends, one after another, will deny us, and we would be the last to want to hinder them, but neither to overlook this, because then how would the others cope, left high and dry, without a word from us. (Translated from the Polish by Christian Hawkey and W. Martin)
Nov 24, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Piotr Sommer