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Sotomayor & Identity Politics Sotomayor & Identity Politics

Take the time, if you haven't already, to read the following post on Sonia Sotomayor and identity politics, by my good friend Ta-Nehisi Coates, a blogger at The Atlantic. In addit...

Jun 10, 2009 / Eyal Press

Afterimages Afterimages

A hundred ways of looking at Che Guevara.

Jun 10, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Maurice Isserman

An Empire of Vice An Empire of Vice

Several new histories trace Cuba's exotic and reviled place in the American political imagination.

Jun 10, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Joshua Jelly-Schapiro

The Little Agency That Could The Little Agency That Could

Bolstered by Congressional support, the FTC flexes its muscles.

Jun 10, 2009 / Feature / Michael Pertschuk

Radioactive Revival in New Mexico Radioactive Revival in New Mexico

Navajos say "No!" as the return of uranium mining threatens to despoil their lands and health.

Jun 10, 2009 / Feature / Shelley Smithson

Out of Reach Out of Reach

As the cost of college hits the stratosphere, students are organizing to bring it down to earth.

Jun 10, 2009 / Feature / Liza Featherstone

Letters Letters

Greider: An American Dream

Rancho Santa Margarita, Calif.

Jun 10, 2009 / William Greider, Our Readers, and James Longenbach

Puzzle No. 3175 Puzzle No. 3175

ACROSS

 1 The possible brunt of little iron bands were fired by ancient priests. (5,9)

Jun 10, 2009 / Frank W. Lewis

Quarantine Quarantine

Take our mayor, please.

Jun 10, 2009 / Column / Calvin Trillin

On a Monday On a Monday

On a Monday eternity finally begins and the day that follows is scarcely named, and the other is the dark, the done. On that day are extinguished all whispers and the face we loved dissolves in mist-- hope becomes hopeless: no one is coming. Eternity knows nothing of our habits, indifferent to red and the softest blue, it prefers gray, smoke, ashes. You scratch a name and a date on a piece of marble and it rubs them out with a careless shoulder, not even a pinch of bitterness left behind. Yet see, I cling to Mondays and I give the next your name; in total darkness I write with the tip of my cigarette: here have I lived. (Translated from the Spanish by Mark Weiss)

Jun 10, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Eliseo Diego

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