Republicans: The Lost Party Republicans: The Lost Party
Leaders of the Republican Party recognize mistakes and eat local ethnic food in casual attire--it's like they're just like us.
May 6, 2009 / The Daily Show
Into the Wardrobe: C.S. Lewis’s Narnia Into the Wardrobe: C.S. Lewis’s Narnia
Laura Miller's study of C.S. Lewis falls short of providing a coherent theory of Narnia's magic.
May 6, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Jordan Davis
Red Harvest: The KGB in America Red Harvest: The KGB in America
A new book on cold war espionage falsely accuses I.F. Stone of being a paid Soviet agent.
May 6, 2009 / Books & the Arts / D.D. Guttenplan
Free Saberi, Lee and Ling Free Saberi, Lee and Ling
You've probably heard of Roxana Saberi, an Iranian-American radio journalist and author convicted and sentenced to eight years in prison in Iran for spying. Both her family and Wa...
May 6, 2009 / Peter Rothberg
The Palestinian Paradox The Palestinian Paradox
When I interviewed Salam Fayyad in Ramallah at the end of February, he was a worried man--and with reason.
May 6, 2009 / Feature / Helena Cobban
Change Socialists Can Believe In Change Socialists Can Believe In
The Nation's forum on the future of socialism continues.
May 6, 2009 / Feature / Barbara Ehrenreich and Bill Fletcher Jr.
The Year of Same-Sex Marriage! The Year of Same-Sex Marriage!
It was not necessarily supposed to be this way. After California joined the agonizingly long list of states that barred same-sex marriage following a referendum vote last year, s...
May 6, 2009 / John Nichols
The Future of the American Dream The Future of the American Dream
The good times, as we have known them, are not coming back. Americans need a new vision that helps them deal with new economic realities.
May 6, 2009 / Feature / William Greider
The Defection of Arlen Specter The Defection of Arlen Specter
Turnabout's fair play, isn't it?
May 6, 2009 / Column / Calvin Trillin
The Going The Going
The cloth edge of certainty has shredded down to this: God and love are real, but very far away. If I go to Istanbul, will I return? That is not one of the permitted questions. When I go to Istanbul, how will I bear to return? I could slip into the small streets that lead away from the souk, then run east to the high plain and the Caucasus-- It's all alone, the returning, the going. The cloth, a soft holland whose blocks of blue and lemon once cheered me in a skirt, now dries dishes. God and love are very far away, farther even than the mountains in the east.
May 6, 2009 / Books & the Arts / April Bernard