Touring Empire’s Ruins: From Detroit to the Amazon Touring Empire’s Ruins: From Detroit to the Amazon
The empire ends with a pullout. Not from Iraq, but from Detroit.
Jun 23, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Greg Grandin
The Prison Dilemma: Getting Past the Punitive Turn The Prison Dilemma: Getting Past the Punitive Turn
Anne-Marie Cusac examines the punitive turn in the criminal justice system.
Jun 17, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Robert Perkinson
Seed Projects: The Fiction of Alejandro Zambra Seed Projects: The Fiction of Alejandro Zambra
Does Alejandro Zambra's Bonsai mark the end of an era in Chilean literature?
Jun 17, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Marcela Valdes
A World Apart? : The White House and the Middle East A World Apart? : The White House and the Middle East
A shrewd history of why US presidents have failed to make Israel accept a plan for regional peace.
Jun 17, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Bernard Avishai
The Private Thoughts of a TV Anchor as He Observes the Iranian Election The Private Thoughts of a TV Anchor as He Observes the Iranian Election
What's in a name?
Jun 17, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Calvin Trillin
Lingo: Fopcorn Lingo: Fopcorn
Is the history of English really the history of adult learners of a second language?
Jun 16, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Ange Mlinko
Michael Moore’s ‘Save Our CEOs’ Campaign Michael Moore’s ‘Save Our CEOs’ Campaign
In this teaser for his upcoming new film, Michael Moore asks us to please help our fellow (corporate) Americans.
Jun 15, 2009 / Books & the Arts / YouTube
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
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