Back Talk: Toni Morrison Back Talk: Toni Morrison
The Nobel Prize-winning author talks about Barack Obama, the writer; language; and her new novel, A Mercy.
Nov 19, 2008 / Books & the Arts / Christine Smallwood
Naipaul’s Darkness: Patrick French’s ‘The World Is What It Is’ Naipaul’s Darkness: Patrick French’s ‘The World Is What It Is’
Biographer Patrick French offers a vivid, sometimes enthralling portrait of a deeply enigmatic writer.
Nov 19, 2008 / Books & the Arts / Scott Sherman
Stewartsville: George R. Stewart’s Names on the Land Stewartsville: George R. Stewart’s Names on the Land
What possessed the fierce individualist George R. Stewart to compile a history of place-naming in the United States?
Nov 19, 2008 / Books & the Arts / Christine Smallwood
Alone Among the Ghosts: Roberto Bolano’s ‘2666’ Alone Among the Ghosts: Roberto Bolano’s ‘2666’
Roberto Bolaño's last novel, 2666, is his most profound exploration of art and infamy, craft and crime, the writer and the totalitarian state.
Nov 19, 2008 / Books & the Arts / Marcela Valdes
A Clinton Administration? A Clinton Administration?
No one should be shocked to discover that, in his transition to the presidency, the "inexperienced" former senator from Chicago has turned to the last Democratic administ...
Nov 19, 2008 / TomDispatch
Obama Reaches Out to Former Foes Obama Reaches Out to Former Foes
Team of rivals for the twenty-first century.
Nov 19, 2008 / Column / Calvin Trillin
The Daily Show: Barack Obama as Chicago Pope The Daily Show: Barack Obama as Chicago Pope
Obama would rather have his rivals inside the tent peeing out, while Americans want a government that urinates very far away from the tent.
Nov 19, 2008 / The Daily Show
Puzzle No. 3147 Puzzle No. 3147
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1 Possibly senile, but that's one way to store things. (6)
Nov 19, 2008 / Frank W. Lewis
Poorly Grounded Notions Poorly Grounded Notions
And an inability to comprehend the flow of time. We need only think of statements by everybody. I cannot call my- self myself. Up to this point, the dreamer is dreaming, but now his dream begins. Unities of recollection, separate from one another. Thus in this present world, there are different injuries. I never hear them. They come uninvited. Silver tissue. Garlands between them. Any activity may produce music. Aware of their existence as an awareness of losing their sense of ex- istence: vague, general, nameless, like a nothing or the absolute. I am dead. I am not alive, a music of exceeding shrillness. May be pleasantly illustrated in the following way. Light on his head. Felicitous, contains some fabrication. I am forced to shout out, trace failure to the stage when plans are construed. I see a table before me. I am reminded of another table. I place table beside table. Separate worlds. In what sense are we talking?
Nov 19, 2008 / Books & the Arts / Keith Waldrop