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Haitian Lament: Killing Me Softly

Haitians call secondhand clothes pèpè, pronounced “peh-peh.” In an earlier time these were called Twoomann and Kenedi because it was under those US Presidents

Dan Coughlin

No Exit

The week started with bipartisan babble about the need for an exit strategy.

The Editors

Policing Cyberspace

Free speech, Oliver Wendell Holmes famously declared, ought not to extend to falsely shouting fire in a crowded theater. But what are the limits on shouting across the wide-open Internet?

The Editors

Minority Report

On February 26 last, my old friend Sidney Blumenthal emerged from the grand jury and made a bravura appearance on the courthouse steps in Washington, DC.

Christopher Hitchens

Footnote to History

From Blumenthal and Hitchens having lunch,
A sideshow has emerged that causes spec-
Ulation touching ethics and such things:

Calvin Trillin

The Footlights’ Non-Glare

At lunch with a colleague who is devoted to the theater, the discussion turned to Broadway and she mentioned she had seen the revival of On the Town, the buoyant 1944 Comden and Gre

Rachel Shteir

What Boddah You?: The Authenticity Debate

If there’s one thing everyone agrees on about Hawaii writer Lois-Ann Yamanaka, it’s that she has a perfect ear for local pidgin dialects, which change cadence and idiom throughout the islands of

Mindy Pennybacker

Degas in Vegas

Arthur C. Danto

Rear Windows

Said the comic gangster in Payback, misquoting an old saw, “Don’t shit where you eat. Or, I mean, where you live. That’s it.

Stuart Klawans