Time After Time Time After Time
Let's start with the Morlocks. In the new film version of The Time Machine, the subterranean carnivores are not merely apelike, as in the H.G. Wells novel. They're Planet of the A...
Mar 14, 2002 / Books & the Arts / Stuart Klawans
The Emigrant The Emigrant
On December 14, the German writer W.G. Sebald died, age 57, in a car accident in England, where he had lived for thirty-five years. He had published four remarkable books: fluid, ...
Mar 14, 2002 / Books & the Arts / Benjamin Kunkel
Six Months On, and Counting Six Months On, and Counting
When it comes to the events of September 11, everyone is an expert and no one is.
Mar 14, 2002 / Books & the Arts / Gara LaMarche
Muslim Jerusalem: A Story Muslim Jerusalem: A Story
Kanan Makiya, the Arab world's most ardent and vocal supporter of America's projected intervention in Iraq, the hammer of liberal Arab intelligentsia, the arch anti-Orientalist, h...
Mar 14, 2002 / Books & the Arts / Turi Munthe
Tree-Huggers No Longer! Tree-Huggers No Longer!
It's official now: The United States has a policy on climate change. President Bush announced it on Valentine's Day at a government climate and oceans research center. "My approa...
Mar 7, 2002 / Books & the Arts / Frank Ackerman
Beam Us Back, Scotty! Beam Us Back, Scotty!
Science fiction routinely gets away with subversive gestures that would never be allowed in any realistic program. Thus it is that people who don't watch Star Trek are probably u...
Mar 7, 2002 / Books & the Arts / Donna Minkowitz
The Marvel of the Obvious The Marvel of the Obvious
"There are things/We live among 'and to see them/Is to know ourselves.'" These three lines are among the most stirring written by George Oppen, a poet whose modesty and honesty p...
Mar 7, 2002 / Books & the Arts / John Palattella
The Still Bad New Old Nixon The Still Bad New Old Nixon
It's been three decades since President Richard M.
Mar 5, 2002 / Books & the Arts / Robert Scheer
Messenger Messenger
The birds stopped coming after the annuals died. I didn't realize how much I missed them until the bluebird Returned, lured by the burgundy haze of the fall pansies Pour...
Feb 28, 2002 / Books & the Arts / Jennifer Franklin