Say what you will about oil and hegemony, but the pending invasion of Iraq is more than just a geopolitical act. It's also the manifestation of a cultural attitude.

Considering the fact that the Bush Administration is the planet's primary proponent of war with Iraq, Nancy Lessin wants to know why the US Congress has failed to follow the example of parliament

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War may or may not be inevitable, but a one-sided discussion of US policy toward Iraq appears to be all but guaranteed on network television.

A generation ago, when I worked at the Washington Post, the right-wing fringe occasionally referred to us as "Pravda on the Potomac." We reporters were amused but also rankled.

History was made on February 27 when for the first time Big Labor formally broke with a sitting President's war policy.

The maiming or killing of a single Iraqi civilian in an attack by the United States would constitute a war crime, as well as a profound violation of the Christian notion of just war.

This was intended to be a sweet little prewar column about an artist I admire, Rosanne Cash.

Who says there's nothing new under the sun?

The Kurds are in the way again,
And so, to our dismay again,
If we begin a fray again,
As it appears we may again,
It seems we must betray again

John Steinbeck's forlorn protagonists, Lennie and George, summon few comparisons in today's landscape of mainstream literary fiction, overstocked with tales of redemption.

A few years ago, when moviegoers in this country were just beginning to learn about Abbas Kiarostami, I heard a crowd of New Yorkers berate him for having put a snatch of Vivaldi onto a soundtr

The revival of a highly regarded play can either enhance or diminish its reputation.

On June 4, 1961, John F. Kennedy held his last meeting with Soviet leader Nikita Khrushchev in Vienna.

Say what you will about oil and hegemony, but the pending invasion of Iraq is more than just a geopolitical act. It's also the manifestation of a cultural attitude.

This was intended to be a sweet little prewar column about an artist I admire, Rosanne Cash.

There's nothing like a compelling icon when no compelling argument is available.

Geneva, Switzerland